The Captain
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Water Sedi Captian of the Krakkan Honor amongst theives Pirate Captian
Ishmael of the Sea
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Post by The Captain on Mar 13, 2008 11:51:51 GMT -5
He frowned at the Fae cat, shaking his head as the wretched creature took away the artifact from Lasius. The pirate and the cat had established a relationship during there tirade, and even in his anger of losing his ship, the Captain knew it wasn’t really Malachite’s fault. If anything, his fury was going to be directed at who caused the destruction in the first place. Who all of this madness was for and who apparently started the entire affair.
“Oh yes, Sage of Darkness… you’ll be dealt with too.”
The sudden shouting of Lasius somewhat startled the pirate as he gripped the Arc of Water tightly, lurching forward in a slow attempt to stave off what the Captain viewed as some sort of an attack. But there was nothing and instead it appeared as though the beaten form of the Lightning Childe had sudden realized something. Of course it was the mage that Sitherack was after and apparently, things were starting to go pear shaped.
“Oh fantastic. More blinky blinky. Jitatin people… does anyone walk anymore!”
Grumbling the Captain moved forward, watching as Lasius flickered from view. He muttered under his breath and shook his head, sighing as he moved from his chambers within the pirate island. As soon as he exited his quarters he began shouting orders, calling for every last Sedi left on the island to come to the docks in order to regroup and ultimately return to the Sedian Capital.
It was a mere fifteen minutes later that the ragged group of pirates had joined each other, the numbers much lower than the journey started off with. A fourth of the pirates under the Captain’s control had perished along with the Crucifier, a fact that would not be forgotten. Anger billowed out of the Captain’s voice and flickered in his eyes as he addressed his crew.
“Great atrocities have been committed against those of the sea! We have lost many fine mates today, lads, and by the time this jitatin turmoil is all said and done we’ll probably all be in the Locker!”
Cheers rang out as the Captain hoisted the Arc of Water into the air. To die at sea, it was a pirate’s dream.
“Shadows and Light! Lightning and Darkness! This is your time to shine! All of us to the Sethia by order of the Lightning Childe! Let’s MOVE it you cowardly dogs, like you’re being paid for it!”
One by one, the Sedi forced there elements outwards, taking small pockets of the crew through the elemental and dimensional barriers of the planes and ripping them from the secluded island to the south into the city of Sethia. It was a lengthy process, but within the hour the Captain and what was left of his crew were in the confines of the city.
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Post by Daegan on Mar 15, 2008 18:06:05 GMT -5
The sudden flashing of light was both irritating and startling to Daegan. The shadows recoiled in horror with each pulse, and the Sage winced each time. The eerie fire still danced around his body, the Soul Fire burning brilliantly in his eyes as he sat the freshly restored Lasius down on the ground. He suppressed a snicker with Lomes’ words, and an almost nostalgic grin spread over his face. The good old times, when a challenge existed and both he and Lasius would rush out to face what was certainly to be death. His soul didn’t scream for it like the Lightning Childe, but the intense will was there regardless.
Daegan’s grin widened slightly as he turned his burning eyes to Lomes, the images of the shadows retreating and fleeing back to her body was intoxicating. His fingers tightened around the grip of the Arc of Shadows and once more the thought of removing the shadows from her body flickered into his mind. This little Avian was becoming quite vexing to the Sage of Shadows, yet unfortunately there were more pressing matters at hand.
“Lasius, you’re coming with me. You said it yourself, Sitherack can negate your abilities and the last thing we need is him taking over a bolt of lightning with you in it.”
He sort of winked at Lomes, his eye sliding shut and beginning to open, but before it could both his form and that of Lasius vanished completely. The shadows overwhelmed the two as Daegan forced his element through the Arc, the intermingled Soul Fire and Necromantic energy from the Arc of Death snapping out of existence a moment later.
Thankfully, the journey across the lands within the Shadow Realm was unaffected by the Darkness that now infested Daegan’s domain. The pockets had diminished greatly since Lasius removed the Eternal Night from Tarthia, something Daegan would have to thank him for later. It always made the Sage uneasy moving through those blasted lands, the thoughts of the Sage of Darkness lurking over his shoulder made him shudder; not out of fear so much as a general hatred of Sitherack’s very being.
Seconds after vanishing from Tarthia, the two reappeared in the court yard before the Sethian High Keep. Daegan’s grip around his twin Arcs tightened as he glanced at Lasius. The energy and Fire around the Sage’s body suddenly snapped back into existence, Daegan’s eyes once more burning brilliantly with the Soul Fire; but not before the last playful glint in his eye winked out as a smirk played over his face. Even if he stepped down from his position as Lord General, he certainly seemed to be issuing a lot of orders.
“Get dressed, there’s work to do.”
Once again his form seemed to wink out of view, the Soul Fire snapping out of sight right after. Again he reappeared, this time on top of the Keep he had just deposited Lasius in front of. He could see the Sedi rushing around the ruined city, and it was a feeling that brought an almost proud feeling into his chest. He had feared many of those brought back would be torn to ribbons by the darkness but thankfully his kinsmen had – for once – prevailed.
Green and aqua light exploded around his form as the shadows began to snake away from him, Daegan thrusting both Arcs into the air. An unseen wind seemed to whip the hair around his face and began to beat at his silk clothing as he began to force his will through the Arcs. There was a lull in all sound for a brief second before a sort of sonic boom, every portion of shadowy substance within the city bursting away from its anchor to respond to Daegan’s will. They snapped up the Keep and surged upwards to where Daegan stood, exploding outwards from the Arc like some sort of fountain.
The murky substance flowed like a dome around the city as Daegan continued to force his element through the Arc; stretching the shadows he ripped away from the structures and beings below to encircle the City in a barrier of shadow. It was slightly transparent, blurred and darken images of the city visible beyond the walls of the substance. Daegan’s concentration did not falter as he slammed the Arc of Shadows into the roof of the keep, taking the Arc of Death now in both hands as he thrust the bone blade back into the air.
“Hear the words of a real Necromancer, Souls of the Departed! Bring that which was torn asunder forth once more!”
The green energy of the Arc of Death pulsated around Daegan, the Soul Fire becoming overpowered by the strong Necromantic energy. The sickly green aura that formed around Daegan seemed to pulse along with his heartbeat, those Sedi that had failed to be resurrected and the pieces of them once more sliding and snapping back into denizens of the Arc. Daegan continued to force his energy through the Arc as those Sedi that had been buried since the beginning of Sethia’s construction burst forth from the cold earth. Clawed hands pulled skeletal bodies from the ground as Daegan exercised a practice used in Cyrida during times of conflict.
Those that had been brought back began to march forth, taking up ranks along the city walls. Soon, ranks were formed at every entrance and small groups of patrols began to sweep through the city in an effort to keep the peace. Terrifying creatures they lurched through the streets as Daegan’s voice boomed through shadow dome.
“Legions of the Arc! Protect this city at all costs!”
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Nuria Volaskie
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Shadow Entity Passions Fury ArchMagus Malkate's old Rival Beware a woman scorned Devil in Disguise
Bubble Bubble, toil and trouble
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Post by Nuria Volaskie on Mar 15, 2008 20:17:29 GMT -5
Nuria was pissed. She’d expected some kind of lashing but her hopes were something a bit more physical of a challenge so she could banter at the person who owned this place but instead she was attacked – through her own element of that matter. The very creatures that she was, that she inhabited and to say she was acting like a petulant child could sum it up. However, she never did know what was best for her and these times were nothing new. So even as the jolt slid through her body Nuria’s snarl turned into a laughing purr – which was interrupted only by the thought of how bored she was waiting for company. So of course – previous to the downfall of the Shadow City Nuria’s body (transferring the clothing this time upon her person with a previous spell that, unfortunately, did not accurately work across planes or worlds) and slid along the shadows, laying dormant in a type of sleep.
However, this seemingly peaceful sleep was disturbed by a sharp call that sent her spiraling towards a city that had major power boosts going on (though she was, by no means, ignorant at all of the battle between her ex-arch nemesis and some strange creature of Darkness, for the shadows see all and with her abilities to call upon these things she can see with them and gather information). Within those inky tendrils of shadow a pair of ice-blue eyes fluttered open, a nasty sort of glint in them as the massive rush of Shadows responded to Daegan’s call, Nuria formed behind the man, her body barely resisting the call as the shadows retreated, leaving her almost a pale body for a seconds – besides the matter which formed her and that personality, her eyes narrowed as she kept to her the pieces that formed her body.
She said nothing as the man summoned power to him, and she tilted her head as he slammed something down. She had no clue what the object might be, but she felt power radiating from it. Felt the tug and knew that this object, and as Daegan sent out his summons, sufficiently distracted, her fingers closed around the arc and drew it forth, stumbling back a few steps at the surge of power that she felt rush through her. A smile curved those ungodly demonic red lips, almost black, and a new light filled her eyes as her free hand went up and ran along the bladed tip of the Arc, an almost phallic way she caressed it. A new toy, she didn’t really like weapons for that matter but this object absolutely reeked of power, and she could fell the ebb and pulse of the way it both pulled at her body and responded to it; an object that seemingly felt as if it were made for her.
She stepped back away from the man, knowing that this object was not rightly given to her – anyone would respond with the flash of anger and after feeling his attack earlier- as she absolutely had no doubt that this man was the creator of that previous surge that was a nasty slap to the face, she felt the almost devious urge to dance about him and sing in her little chanting voice that she’d had his toy, and if he played nice she just might give it back. It felt nice to hold, it gave her power; but she had no need for direct power. She was a Arch-Magus of her own right, she had no wars she marched off to. She was simply bored and seeking out something to amuse her time. After all, she ran out of people to annoy as her previous lover, her only steady lover for that matter and heart interest left her like the leech he was for another piece of ass.
She had no overwhelming desire to kill Malkate as it got boring, and the fact that Malkate had powerful friends was a bit discouraging in itself. No, Nuria was attracted to power and this thing in her hand responded with the shadows in her body. Didn’t mean that it wasn’t just that in the right hands of the right user it manipulated their strengths; which is what she was assuming, but her precious shadows where whispering to her, an almost silent warning of the man who so used them as slaves. Her eyes narrowed at that thought, and she flinched at the booming voice, and merely sighed as those dark nails tapped gently; rapped ever lightly – against the Arc of Shadows she now held in her hand.
“Why, hello, Prick.”
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Post by Daegan on Mar 15, 2008 20:38:49 GMT -5
Her words were like poison and it quickly became apparent what the shadows were screaming to him while he was focusing on raising the undead patrols that now ushered peace across the slightly chaotic Sethia. They were grotesque brutes, but most of the Sedi recognized the voice of Daegan and the more educated of the populous began to spread the word of the events that seemed to be transpiring. The intense aura of energy around his body did not falter as the Sage of Shadows turned, painfully aware of the fact his Arc was now resting in some exotic woman’s hands.
He went to speak, but stopped before words would exit, his burning eyes drinking in Nuria’s form. It was something about a woman in the shadow that grabbed his attention and struck his fancy, and an almost playful grin spread over his face. He still held the Arc of Death tightly in his hand and the aqua and green flames danced over his shoulder making him look all the more ghastly. His eyebrow rose slightly before he spoke, his eyes once more running up and down her body.
“Prick? Now, now, my dove… Let’s not be hostile.”
He now faced the shadow creature, the tip of the bone blade touching the rooftop of the High Keep lightly as the Necromantic energy surged over his figure. Shadows pooled around the two of them, silent observers to the events that could transpire before them. He could feel the element within her; hear it calling to the very Sage that inhabited Daegan’s body. It made him shiver with a sort of hidden delight as he locked his burning Soul Fire filled eyes with her own ice-blue ones.
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Nuria Volaskie
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Post by Nuria Volaskie on Mar 15, 2008 20:56:21 GMT -5
Her eyelashes almost fluttered, a soft lowering as they touched against the tips of her cheek, her eyes lowering only brief seconds as she felt the object energizing her, filling up the reserves of the little energy expanded. Her lips curved, half disappointed that she hadn’t riled him though her interest in the man’s response made her lips curve into that more flirtatious smile that was infamous for catching the pray that entertained her nights… until she tired of them. Her hand closed around the Arc as she pressed some of her weight against it, the ends of the dark blood corset shifting with her weight, the ebony beads glistening against pale flesh as she looked back to Daegan, ignoring the fact that outwards the decaying, the dead were walking. To her, it was almost normal. She wasn’t bothered by the undead or most things that most girls were afraid of. Nuria’s nature went much…darker… than that.
The edges of the shadows danced about her form, and the fact that the two beings stood with shadow play around them was enjoyment enough, but Nuria pushed her will into the latent shadows just out of reach, and pushed them enough so that unless he gripped control of them, they’d brush against the parts of exposed flesh that wasn’t covered. She wasn’t even chilled by the show of his fire that almost seemed to make him more than apparently grim-reaperish appearance. His gaze upon her didn’t even falter, and in fact, made the game that more appealing as she let out a throaty laughter, sensuality leaking from her very being as she shifted her hips slightly again, her fingers never leaving the Arc. Nuria liked power. More than anything – well, almost anything. Men of power attracted her, because she wasn’t one of those headstrong women who was overly independent. She was in the way of her doing things she took no man’s word, but she liked the idea of power being behind her.
Even in the Magus school she used to use the hordes of boys to get her the trinkets of her desire. So this weapon, this object of power was only a means to an end. She was bored, he was interesting, and held a power of his own; and in this strange land she had little interests. For a place it seemed oddly devoid of much life though this city was seemingly busting with it now. Her lower lip pushed out, though not enough to be an obvious pout – more as if she were contemplating something and the thought was what contorted her face in a thoughtless effort, and she shifted a bit so her body was moving closer to his, slightly, though not enough that if he reached out to grab her, say, by the throat that she wouldn’t be able to easefully step back with the Arc still in hand, though the object was now clutched behind her in both hands, as she looked almost sideways out of her eyes at this flirtatious man – though even as she spoke her word were silent laughter; layered with silent promises.
“Hostility was mentioned when you sent such an… unfriendly welcome.”
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Post by Daegan on Mar 15, 2008 21:14:39 GMT -5
Inside he was a flurry of emotion. Both Lomes and this strange new woman had piqued his interest and now this vexing fiend tempted him more and more by the minute. But he remained cool and calm on the outside, ignoring the torrent of feelings that were sweeping through him. Daegan had never experienced the type of “relationship” that seemingly everyone else had, and the only reason he had a family at all was from the power of Lasius when he was still the God of the Sedi. It was a thought that made him grimace, but only slightly.
He, too, moved slightly forward, closer to this sensual creature that had appeared before him. She had absolutely no idea the artifact she possessed and Daegan’s primary goal was to retrieve the Arc from this wretched siren. But, and mainly through the intricate art of Lomes, his composure was collected and he did not lash out at this shadow being. Instead he kept the tip of the Arc of Death behind him, still gripping the bone blade tightly in case something was to go awry.
“My most sincere apologies, then. Had I known such a Goddess of the Shadow had appeared within my City for an audience I’d have personally greeted you. There were more… pressing matters to attend too and, as you can see, slightly more pressing matters too attend too now.”
They were inches away from each other and yet his eyes still remained locked upon hers. The Sage within him was amused to say the least at the seemingly defiant shadow creature before Daegan, and likewise intoxicated with her exotic beauty. Still, Daegan did not lash out in anger, even as the green Necromantic energy from the Arc of Death and the aqua Soul Fire pulsated around his body. A few of the undead patrol began to move towards the Keep as Daegan conversed with Nuria, apparently concerned at what was happening with their master.
“Allow me to introduce myself, I am Daegan Aquarius Sedi. And, I’m gathering, you are not of our blood. No, I can see it in your eyes. But you are of me. You are of the Shadow.”
The coy grin spread to a genuine, soft smile as he watched the woman. Of course he had no idea of her reputation, or who she was period. But even still, Daegan smiled at the creature, slightly taken from her physique and an almost primal urge to see what exactly existed below the shadows she called, much as he had desired with Lomes.
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Nuria Volaskie
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Post by Nuria Volaskie on Mar 18, 2008 20:30:53 GMT -5
Nuria’s eyes were alight with amusement, though caution was burned deep beneath the blue embers that watched this man flirtatiously move forward. Her shadows, her pets, these creatures that embraced her and made her their own; they caressed her with the power of the man’s control. The thought of being completely dominated was something that was hard for Nuria to swallow, but if the man were powerful enough… the possibilities sent even shivers down her spine. Her fingers closed around the large double-bladed Arc, the power pulsing through her like a second heartbeat. The shadows danced and shivered, and they moved around Nuria like a second skin, the edges of the skirt she wore pressing against those bare-cream thighs, her eyes never leaving the powerful being before her.
His last words, her being not of his race but of him curved that smile once more that caused her to lower her lids just a slight way. She wanted to push out at that power, to push the man to a close teetering edge but the thought was held back in the way that she had no idea where she was in truth beyond the fact she’d followed Malkate here through sheer boredom, and had found a city that thrived of Shadow and an artifact now that screamed at her. It might appear then that this trip was for naught… but caution warred at every edge. Seduction was a double edged sword, and she’d fallen victim once to the wiles of the flesh and desire that is wonderful filled between two strangers. The less you knew the more the attraction would burn of pure carnal craving; for that unknown is always the most desired.
Her tongue flickered between her lips, slightly, caressing the sheen as she started to speak; that voice a lustily purr.
“I am Shadow… flesh and blood is an illusion, though it assists to take form. I am known by many names, but most commonly known is the name Passions Fury, or Passion singularly…”
Her eyes danced, a lit with amusement. Names had power, not even her old lover had her true name. It was something hard to take, but with the power this man had…. She kept that iron grip of thought and knowledge from the Shadows. Her eyes flickered back up to his, her lips curved in a smile that would make a fox envious.
“I assume you want this artifact back, but there, now we have a small problem. I charge a.. small… price..”
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Post by Daegan on Mar 19, 2008 11:26:12 GMT -5
The eerie, ghastly fires from the Arc of Death and the nether energy that infested Daegan’s very soul suddenly winked out of existence as this vexing shade spoke. All she needed to do was confirm Daegan’s suspicions. An almost wicked grin spread over his face as his eyes remained locked onto hers, the burning Soul Fire retreating to the small burning aqua ring around his dark colored iris. He still held the Arc of Death behind him and was quite thankful the seductress in front of him had no idea what the artifact was.
“Passion…”
With his free hand, the Sage made an almost waving motion and the shadows responded instantly. The grin remained plastered over Daegan’s face and his eyes stayed locked on hers as a feeling of pure euphoria would seem to explode from all corners of the woman’s body. A primal, sexual feeling similar to an orgasm would sweep over her entirely before Daegan waved his hand once more, the feeling halting with the movement. He took a few steps backwards and glanced down at the Sedi below before turning his attention back to her.
“And what, pray tell, would this price be?”
The aqua ring of fire in his eyes shuddered and then exploded outward suddenly, his eyes once more becoming filled with the blazing light of the Soul Fire. At the same time the aqua fire returned to dance over his shoulders and down his arms, the green Necromantic energy from the Arc of Death snapping back into existence as well to mingle with the Soul Fire. Still the Sage of Shadows smiled at this perplexing creature that held his Arc.
It had been longer than Daegan could remember since he felt a woman’s touch. It seemed he was constantly in some sort of skirmish or another, fighting for the lives of his people. He was a warrior at heart and it showed in his stone-cold resolve and hardened eyes. But all of that seemed to melt away as the two stood atop the Sedian High Keep. He knew there was much work to be done and the city would have to have some sort of order before its heroes would march off to face certain death. He knew what terror lay before the whole of the Sedian nation and knew that much suffering was soon to be had.
But all work and no play was never really appealing to Daegan either.
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The Captain
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Water Sedi Captian of the Krakkan Honor amongst theives Pirate Captian
Ishmael of the Sea
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Post by The Captain on Mar 19, 2008 11:58:03 GMT -5
The chaos in Sethia warmed the very depths of the Captain’s pirate heart. Deep down he, and his entire crew, wanted to loot the whole of the city and retreat to the waves like the good old days. It brought a slight frown to his face as the rest of his crew teleported into the city through the various Elements, and he saw the same glee in there eyes that he felt in his heart of hearts.
“Easy lads…”
He gripped the Arc of Water tightly as he took in the surroundings and the men that he had left. Earth, Fire, Life, Death, Shadow, Darkness, and Lightning were still with him, although his numbers were greatly depleted now. His crew had shrunk by a quarter and now there was only a hundred or so pirates left under the Captain’s flag. It was a thought that brought a scowl to the albino’s face.
His frown deepened as he felt a sort of tugging sensation and watched in slight horror and confusion as the very shadow from his body was ripped away, surging away towards the center point of the city, the massive Sedian High Keep. He shook his head and sighed as the voice of the Sage of Shadows boomed out from seemingly everywhere, a slight chill stretching up the pirate’s spines.
“Oh well that’s just lovely.”
Slowly the Captain and his pirates moved through the city, watching as twisted bodies and distorted limbs snapped and were pulled back together into the walking monstrosities of the Undead. He noticed the same burning aqua fire in there eyes that Daegan had in his, but found no solace in that thought. If anything, it made him all the more wary, his fingers wrapping around the Arc of Water tighter. The pirates moved slowly, taking in the surroundings of the city now surrounded by a half-dome of shadow, and observed the obedient Undead taking up ranks as they pulled themselves from earthly graves.
Soon the pirates were in the courtyard of the Keep and gathered around the shattered fountain at its center point. Sighing again, the Captain lowered himself onto one of the stone benches, running a tired hand through his hair, turning his attention towards the door of the Keep.
“I suppose we wait here for some sort of direction, then, lads. Something tells me before this jitatin mess is all said and done quite a few of us will be in the Locker.”
The Captain snorted and then started to chuckle. It was soft at first, but quickly grew into a deep, hearty laugh that echoed throughout the courtyard. It was going to be a wild ride.
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Post by Lomes Artelias on Mar 20, 2008 16:12:36 GMT -5
Lomes took a few moments to gather herself before following after Daegan and Lasius, it had been a stressful ordeal after all and she needed a bit of silence before delving back into the chaos that was Sedian conflict. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, chest swelling and falling, Aether drifting through the clinging shadow dress like wisps of bluish purple smoke. It didn't take long for composure to set in and she vanished in a brief flicker of lightning this time. Variety of element did her wonders.
She flickered into being inside the dome of shadows in Sethia, she was held suspended by the Air element over the city about 300 yds. away from the Sethian Keep. Her eyes played over the Undead patrols and seething shadow barrier with satisfaction, but narrowed at the vixen of a shadow critter who was holding the Arc of Shadows and toying with Daegan. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, slightly vicious in nature she licked her lips, and raised both hands, crossing the palms together. There was no preparation, it was just total random chaos that the Light erupted from. Completely unlike how she normally handled her element, but the strange feelings coursing through her were alien as well.
A sphere of Light burst forth from her hands, it scattered the shadow dress from her form, it was so bright, and it blazed across the sky at the speed of light smashing through Nuria's form and scattering it in every direction at once. It was tinged with a hair of Life energy that served a dual purpose. One it wouldn't hurt the eyes of anyone who looked directly at it, and two it inflicted a burning tingling sensation on the shadow creature as it struck, like a keen slap right across the face.
As Nuria's form scattered the Arc of Shadows would drop with a chime to the ground where Nuria's form had once stood. Her form wouldn't go far, but the illumination sphere had served its purpose. The Arc was back in the hands of its rightful owner once more. She cast Daegan a meaningful look, her pale green eyes flashing with power, as she released the control of the Air Element, and fell gracefully the several hundred feet to the ground in a central garden of the Sethian city. She landed with ease, and extended her arms to either side in a beckoning gesture. Her shadows rushed back to her form, the dress seething over her once more.
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Post by Daegan on Mar 20, 2008 16:34:20 GMT -5
Daegan frowned deeply, partially because he knew exactly where the light had come from and the other part was the actual light itself. Once again, the Sage of Shadows got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He muttered to himself even as the shadows screamed in horror before returning to clutch at his body. Even the Soul Fire and green energy from the Arc of Death seemed to waver from the blast of light. Yet, even with the flirtatious nature, Daegan quickly knelt down to retrieve his Arc from the scattered creature before him. He had no idea what this “price” would have been and the Sedi didn’t have the luxury of waiting for the woman to think of one.
He sighed and glanced down at Lomes as she came to rest within the center of the city, his eyes once more taking in her form. It brought a shiver up both of his spines as his own form winked out of existence, the shadows overtaking him almost as soon as he picked up the Arc. As he stepped out from the murky substance next to Lomes, they immediately scattered and surged away from the two, patching the holes in the shadow barrier from the pulse of light. The ring of Soul Fire around Daegan’s eyes quivered for a second and then exploded outwards, the whole of his eyes once more burning with the eerie aqua light.
His expression was serious and somber as he stood near Lomes, not wanting to speak to her for fear of what she might say to him. Of course Daegan was probably imagining such fanciful exaggerations of any sort of feelings that he felt for Lomes being reciprocated from the Avian, but it was hope none the less. He sighed again and shook his head, now holding the Arc of Shadows and Arc of Death tightly in either hand as he waited for the next step in what the assembled heroes within the Capital City.
He had no idea of the events to the south, nor the battle between Sitherack and Malkate. But he was prepared for the worst.
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Post by Lasius on Mar 21, 2008 22:47:50 GMT -5
The haze of pain and uncertainty was still clearing from his mind when he found himself wandering through the courtyard to the Sethian High Keep. His mind pieced together the past few moments of being healed by Lomes and teleported with Daegan. The fact that the pain was gone almost was relief enough to overshadow the undying irritation that was embodied in the Sage of Shadow's last words before vanishing. Get dressed. He was about to sent a lightning bolt through every tailor shop left in this wretched world.
He moved through the keep letting ancient memory serve him till he found the old stronghold from way back when he used to rule the Sedi. Amazingly, or perhaps not so much so it was untouched. To many legends and folk tales surrounded his very existence, that even an unguarded and unwarded trove of his possessions people dared not touch. He pushed the door open, and it squealed like all the dead in the afterlife, before the rusted hinges gave way and the door fell off with a massive bang and clatter.
He gave the door a dirty look, sometimes these little tangible reminders of his age were a bit more inconvenient than others. Thankfully the items within the room were in a bit better repair than the door itself. There were several changes of clothing as well as sets of leather armor. Apparently he had similar problems remaining clothed back when fights were simpler regardless. He quickly changed into a simple set of black leather Sedian battle armor before moving deeper into the room. He donned a pair of steel bracers, runed with defensive spells, nothing incredible, but it could be something small that saved his neck.
Deeper in the room was weapons he had used previous to holding the Arc of Light, and Lightning. None of them would last more than a minute against the weapons Sitherack held, and some of them had sentimental value, so he chose not to bother even dusting them off. In the deepest recesses of the chamber was a small rack of artifacts. Many of which had great power, but none of which he could find much of a use for in the coming fight, except...
His eyes settled on two small glass spheres, he only had two of these left, they were incredibly fragile, and some shards of glass on the floor in front of the shelf told what had happened to the rest. He picked them up carefully, one in each hand and concentrated. Slowly deep inside the small sphere a tiny shimmering light formed. It was faded and barely visible, but it was there nonetheless. Just enough to let him know they were active. He retrieved a padded pouch from the shelf and set them gingerly in the pouch before turning his attention back tot he shelf.
There was little else that would prove effective against Sitherack in here, most of his artifacts were geared around Lightning Magick, and with Sitherack in possession of the Arc of Lightning could potentially turn everything he brought out against his friends in some way shape or form.
Abruptly he stopped, his eyes resting on a small crimson box. Memories flooded his mind about this but he pushed them aside. He must have set this aside one day when matters had been to urgent, and completely forgotten about it. He removed the box from the shelf and cracked the lid peeking inside. Light shined through the crack in the box, but not enough to obstruct his view of the opalescent luminous sphere inside. He hadn't ever thought of using this before now, but it was possible and they had need of every edge they could get.
He placed the box into the pouch as well and turned to leave the room. Steel soled shoes echoed through the room as he walked out, but paused at the entryway once more. There was a lot of history in this room, and a lot of power as well. It had been left undisturbed all these years, but would it now. Regardless he had no choice, he couldn't even spare the little energy required to ward the room before heading off to face Sitherack, he was going to need every scrap of power he had in the coming battle. He exited the room with a sigh and made his way carefully through the keep.
As he ascended through the Keep his thoughts were on the crimson box. Unleashing that would prove to be unexpected, truthfully unpredictable, it could be angry if it knew the passing of time to have been left in the box for so long. But if he was right it was in a state of suspended animation and would know nothing of time passed nor would it care. They were loyal creatures, and extremely powerful as well, and being as there were no others left, the surprise of having one on his side was altogether more powerful.
He reached the highest tower of the Keep and stepped out onto the top of it, the fresh air and gusting wind whipped around him as he took in the once again bustling and full to bursting capital city of the Sedi. It had been so long since this many Sedi had gathered in one place he almost forgot the feel of the energy of it, the rush and power of having this many of his people around him, and the pride of having succeeded however briefly in giving the Sedi a chance at thriving once more was more than he expected. He laughed out loud head tilted back relief washed over him, Lomes and Daegan had done it.
Of course no sense of relief of joy lasted much longer than it took to actually register with Lasius, it wasn't meant to be, at precisely that moment Malkate's brief and broken mental communication stuttered through his mind. He couldn't quite make it out only the fact that Sitherack was hurting her in some fashion, controlling he didn't quite understand how, regardless it angered him, and when the link closed the anger built upon itself. The decision was made he wasn't going to wait and play it safe.
As he reached into he pouched and retrieved the crimson box his eyes were drawn to a sphere of Light that flashed across the sky of Sethia and seemed to scatter a humanoid figure made of shadow several hundred yards away on another tower of the keep. If he hadn't been so Angry he might have bothered to investigate it, but as it was he simply opened the box.
Inside the box was an opalescent sphere emitting a soft flickering light. It pulsed with an inner heat, and all the worlds storms seemed to play out across its surface. Lightning flashed and flickered across it, clouds gathered and swirled, rains like monsoons sheeted it looked like a small planet made for storms. The sphere rose out of the box as the lid snapped back, and rotated slowly as though completely unaffected by gravity. Lasius found his eyes transfixed by the sphere, he couldn't look away, as though he were staring at a mirror of his own soul. Why he had never opened the box before was a mystery to him now, he couldn't think, couldn't move, it was as though the Sphere was holding him in place while it looked deep into his Soul and judged his worth.
Then it detonated. There is no other way to describe it, it was a sheer blast of concussive force so powerful it shattered the sound barrier for a few seconds time. There was no sonic boom, no sound at all in fact, inside Sethia all sound simply ceased, and then several seconds later resumed. Amazingly no structures in Sethia suffered any damage from the blast, no people were harmed or even moved except for Lasius, perhaps it was fact that it occurred on the highest tower of the keep. Or perhaps it was the singular will of the mind behind the detonation. Lightning gathered in a sphere above the keep, lashing out in all directions, but missing people, and buildings, almost as though willed to do so.
Lasius found himself falling through the air, his vision cleared enough to show him the sphere of Lightning just as it abruptly burst apart and the great silhouette inside rushed at him. His eyes were glued to it, he felt no fear as he fell, something inside reassured him that he was safe, a new awareness that had not been there before the hatching of the opalescent egg. The glittering azure and violet scaled creature snagged him as he fell, not bighting hard enough to so much as scratch the Armor, and tossed him higher into the Air, he felt himself come down on its neck, and clutched tightly.
The creature was a Storm Dragon, the egg left over from a time before the Draconian war, before the Draconian's had killed most of the actual Dragons in the world. He had found it in raiding Tarthia, It linked with its owner when the Egg hatched, they could communicate through a series of impressions and feelings. Neither could understand the language of the other, not this soon after birth but the basic feelings and instincts that guided life could be shared. Lasius' fear that the Dragon would be angry with him was misguided, it was happy to be free, to fly once again, and happy to have its owner with it, feeling complete finally.
Lasius gained a sense of calm from the presence of the Dragon that had not been there previously, anger and rash thought were wiped away. The Dragon was over 40 ft long, violet and azure metallic colored scales stretched across her form, small swirling images of storms were visible in every scale. Her reptilian eyes were ice blue and far too intelligent to be considered animal like. Her wingspan was over 100 ft at this stage of growth, and she weighed in excess of 3,000 lbs.
The Dragon glided down from the top of the Sethian Keep and landed in front of Daegan and Lomes, her razor sharp claws digging into he soft earth, and causing the ground to tremble slightly as she shifted her weight for standing rather than flight. Lasius slid down her shoulder and foreleg, dropping off her and landing on his feet in front of Daegan and Lomes.
“Alright, I'm Ready.”
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Post by Daegan on Mar 21, 2008 23:15:02 GMT -5
The sudden burst of lightning was enough to startle Daegan slightly as his head snapped skyward. He frowned slightly as the brilliant pulses of electricity scattered his shadows, and his grip around the Arc of Shadows tightened. He forced his will through the Arc and the barrier seemed to slither with life, folding in and over themselves to repair the pits in the barrier. Raising an eyebrow slightly, Daegan watched in a mix of confusion and awe as the power surged above.
“By the Shadow!”
His grip on the Arc of Death tightened equally as the massive explosion of some sort of reptilian creature brought back a flood of memories of the wretched Raptors. The Soul Fire burned like a wild fire over his shoulders and arms as the green Necromantic energy pulsated like some sort of putrid aura around his entire body. It was a sickly lime color and glowed with the force of those that were bound to the Arc of Death; the voices of the Souls.
As if some unseen wind was blowing around Daegan, the green energy began to twist and contort. Images of ghastly faces screaming in agony emerged and then disappeared back into the shifting energy which began to whirl about the Sage’s body. The Wall of Souls pulsated around Daegan, more and more faces becoming visible accented even more by the blazing Soul Fire. Thousands of tiny tendrils of shadow exploded from the Arc of Shadows and began to pool around Daegan’s feet, grasping out all around the Sage with some sort of unseen hunger.
All around Daegan faint screams could be heard as he continued to force his energy through his two Arcs. Slowly he brought the bladed weapons forward in a defensive motion in front of him, moving to stand slightly in front of Lomes as the fury of the elements under his control raged about his form. The screams became louder and louder as the image of the Dragon formed until it was as if a hundred banshees shrieked around the Wall of Souls that pulsated around Daegan’s body.
“Oh. Well… I guess we have… a dragon. We have a dragon. We have a dragon?!”
The shrieking halted completely as the twisting faces became less and less visible. The green energy slowly faded away and the Soul Fire died down to a silent blaze in Daegan’s eyes. He lowered the twin Arcs from before him, the shadows he had created using the Arc skittering off to join the shadow barrier around the city. Slowly Daegan took in the majestic creature before him, and then the Lord General of the Sedi as well. It brought a smirk to his face as he glanced back at Lomes.
“Just like old times.”
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The Captain
Junior Member
Water Sedi Captian of the Krakkan Honor amongst theives Pirate Captian
Ishmael of the Sea
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Post by The Captain on Mar 21, 2008 23:23:45 GMT -5
“Noooooyyyyy jitat!”
The Captain’s head shot upwards as brilliant flash of light exploded at the top of the keep. He and his crew were gathering there composure and still glancing up at the tall keep when the second explosion sent them spinning into a state of confusion. The sudden loss of sound was bizarre to say the least and to have it suddenly reappear could have meant one of two things. As the lightning exploded above, the Captain’s eyebrow shot into the air and his grip tightened around the Arc of Water.
“Chongolongo… he’s here…”
His form seemed to shimmer for a moment, and then suddenly it shifted as if his flesh and been replaced by some sort of solid liquid. He quivered there for a moment, a light blue; slightly see through figure in the shape of the Sedi that was standing there a second ago. The Arc of Water still remained, and the air around the trident was distorted, as if giving away the channeling of energy the Captain was doing to force his body into a sort of liquid state.
As the Dragon formed, once again the pirate’s form shuddered, like a stone being thrown into calm water and as if nothing had happened his features flashed back into view. He watched in sheer amazement at the sky as the ancient creature took flight, and found himself running at full sprint towards the beast as it landed in the distance.
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Post by Lomes Artelias on Mar 22, 2008 12:40:09 GMT -5
She should have been impressed by the massive creature standing in front of her, she should have been affected in some way; fear, awe, something but her mind was far too preoccupied. Her chaotic reaction just a minute ago to the shadow creature she had witnessed with Daegan had surprised her. Daegan's slight sigh and shake of his head after appearing near her didn't go unnoticed either. She knew the importance of what they were about to do, the final act in preserving the Sedi, required the death of the single greatest threat they had ever known. Yet she also knew just how powerful Sitherack had become, and she knew it was unlikely that they would all survive the combat.
The Rod of Souls inside her ensured that all the gathered people would give their lives to save hers, after all if she died they all died, but it made her feel wretched. She didn't consider herself more important than any other person gathered here, and the thought of them dying in her place made her stomach churn uncomfortably. An especially sharp pang came at the thought of Daegan's death, she didn't know why it should hurt her so much more than the thought of even her own creators death. Truthfully these feelings were not even reasonable, she could bring any one of them back as long as she held onto the Arc of Life. It was maddening...
These emotions she had never experienced before were tearing her apart inside, and the intense desire to push them aside because of the importance of what they were trying to accomplish told her there was simply no time to try to express any of her feelings to this man, this Sage of Shadows. Her eyes were drawn inevitably to his form, the dark necrotic energy of the Arc of Death pulsed in an opposite heartbeat of rhythm with the Arc of Life on her own hand. The shadows drifted around him, waiting his beck and call the same way that they writhed around her form, concealing nakedness that she only hid because of his suggestion. The aqua soul fire that burned in his eyes drew her in, it was only after a minute had passed that she realized she was staring. Embarrassment flooded her and it was the last snowflake that caused the proverbial avalanche.
She spun towards him pale green eyes flashing as she reached through her soul and grabbed hold of the time stream around them. She forced them into a bubble just big enough for the two of them. Time slowed to a stop outside the bubble but for Daegan and Lomes it continued normally, they could do and say anything no one would see or hear they could talk as long as they wanted to talk, scream yell do whatever and when they were done time would resume as though nothing had happened.
She swung as hard as she could with the hand not wielding the Arc of Life, a full armed slap across the face to Daegan it wasn't enhanced with strength of a Sedi because she wasn't one, nor did she have the speed advantages of a Sedi, the only thing that might keep him from catching her arm mid air was the element of surprise. Even if he took the slap across the face it would only sting for a moment, life energy still flooded through her body and it would heal the stung skin even as she hit him. It wasn't done to hurt him, just out of sheer frustration at the feelings she had, she simply couldn't take it anymore. Her eyes burned with unshed tears, welled up but refusing to fall. She might have been incredibly powerful in some ways but in others she was far too vulnerable for her liking.
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