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Post by Sitherack's Soul on Mar 31, 2008 12:08:29 GMT -5
The burning white orbs of his eyes focused on the smaller form of Passions before him. These interruptions were quite annoying, of course he still pulled energy from the Dark well in the center of the greater antechamber of the Temple of Darkness. His eyes narrowed into slits, the barely luminescent orbs regarding her from the utter darkness of his armor. He had half reached for his Arc's sheathed at his side when she entered but seeing her rather weak form before him he had no need to defend himself. Shadows were annoyances, they reeked of weakness and half measures. What good was a form of Darkness that required light to be able to even exist.
He didn't bother to answer her, She was a manifestation of shadow, undoubtedly a spy of the Sage of shadows, so they had found him, such was inevitable, and desired in truth. He had sent Malkate to lead them here, and this creature would serve just as well without even the need to control her. All the more energy for him to focus on the fight ahead. The Sage of Darkness had consumed him utterly now. There was no longer even the jaded pleasure of Lasius' demise to be had, the Sage had a plan, these creatures would bring forth the Rod of Souls before him, and he would crush it. With it all life would cease to exist, and the Sage would abandon the body it held and manifest uncontested in the world returning all to the void once more.
Still that this creature would choose to enter his sanctuary now meant that an attack was eminent. He raised his left hand silently, and flames burst forth around his form, glowing red foot prints left on the ground behind him as he walked, the molten marble pooling there. In his left hand a small sphere of Darkness coalesced, as he regarded Passions in a completely unemotional manner. “Death is transient now, soon it wont be, and all will cease, embrace oblivion, resisting what is inevitable only brings pain.
The Sphere fell to the ground as he lowered his hand to the side, but continued to gather darkness to it rising up and within a short time had formed into the shape of the Dark Malkate Clone, who lowered her head, following behind her master silently as he left the antechamber and the form of passions behind with little concern. He stepped outside, standing just outside the entryway to the temple the roaring obsidian energy that focused into the sky had darkened the world into almost perpetual twilight now, everything had a deep blueish hue to it, there was little light left at all. This of course meant little natural shadows, soon the only shadows produced would be those from artificial light, most of which he controlled, and of course the Arc of Shadows, which he soon planned to pull from the cold dead grip of Daegan.
He closed his armored hands into fists tightly, and small obsidian bolts crackled across his form, underneath the darkened flames that danced wickedly around him, causing the view of him to be distorted as though being seen through liquid. The Bolts of obsidian lightning were as corrupt as everything else, he closed his eyes and waited, they would be here shortly, he could feel it, power seethed around him, especially here there were no limits. It was time to crush the world.
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Post by Daegan on Mar 31, 2008 16:04:48 GMT -5
Daegan scoffed at Lasius, as tiny bolts of green Necromantic energy leapt from the Arc of Death to the Sage’s body. By now the Soul Fire burned around the whole of his body like wildfire, twisting faces of torment and agony becoming outlined in the strange green color from the tiny essence of energy being pulled from the Arc. His daughter’s voices screamed through his mind as he turned, looking at Lomes one last time.
“Mortal Soul? The Shadows live forever.”
The air around his form seemed to collapse inwards as the shadows once more pulsed. Even the shadow barrier around the city quiver with the sudden motion explosion of energy. It was quickly evident that Daegan had vanished into the Shadow Realm as the traces of Soul Fire slowly faded from existence. There were only faint whispers of the nether energy before everything fell silent once more.
It was as if Daegan had emerged from nothingness upon the Lands of Eternal Night. He just appeared, mid-stride, his boots smashing into the twisted landscape. The Sage moved proudly and with a purpose as he clutched the Arc of Shadows in his right hand. Everything was racing through his mind, and the approaching force of elements became more and more clear with each step. Lightning, Fire, Light, Darkness. It brought a dry, sarcastic smile across his face.
The Soul Fire still burned brilliantly around him, taking over the whole of his eyes. Still the twisting faces screamed in the aqua flames, outlined only faintly by slight tinges of neon green. His black silk clothing flapped lightly in the soft breeze that rustled his hair. Everything around him was silent, and it made the dry smile vanish from his face.
Daegan closed his eyes and took in the whole of the situation for one more moment. Everything that had happened and was about to happen. It was all Sitherack to blame. The Sage of Darkness tore the people from Terra Centilina, shattered his family and effectively caused the obliteration of once thriving cities and ports. His eyes flashed open as the images of his daughters danced through his mind, screaming out in torment to him.
Each one of their faces took its place within the burning Soul Fire as Daegan stopped. In the distance was the location Nuria had sent him an image of. This was the Darkness Temple. This was where the fate of the Sedi would be decided. The air around his body pulsed once more as the shadows seethed around his form. He glanced up at the faint sliver of the moon above and at the growing storm clouds. Just the presence of the barely white object was enough to give him his drive.
“SITHERACK DARKEN AL’SEDI! FACE YOUR JUDGEMENT!”
His voice was like a thousand thunderstorms, exploding forward with what should have been lethal force. The dust and grit of the landscape showed the concussion wave spread towards the Darkness Temple, the few shadows that remained carrying his voice to his nemesis.
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Wynne Siusan Sedi
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Post by Wynne Siusan Sedi on Mar 31, 2008 20:08:10 GMT -5
Wynne listned to her father and was more than slightly confused to as if he meant to deter her or to tell her he wouldn’t try and stop her. Her resolve never faded as she shifted her footing, her hand closing more securely around the Scythe as she listened to the others. At his last words her eyes glittered with a fierce resolve; she wouldn’t let her father die and she would fight as strongly as any other Sedian warrior would. Her gaze shifted over the assembled group; white knuckled grip clinging to the weapon that she held like a true warrior in hand. Everyone humored her; but she’d show them. The strength in these young hands was the same resolve they once had at this age to become what they are; they hadn’t lasted to this day and age because they backed down and stepped away.
The winds picked up as her Father simply vanished, and Wynne’s hair started snapping as the swirling massive element filled her, and she simply released control on it, bursting into the actual element as she lent her strength to the fight at the moment through the strength of the winds that blew across the lands. She traveled through them as an ease of most others to their element, the Winds howling silent rage as they came closer to Tarthia, the empty city where so many had perished to the hungering undead. Wynne’s rage at her sister’s death fed her, pushed her forward as the scythe tumbled through the air, slamming down into the almost desolate looking earth from being carried by the wind, and in a swirling tornado of element Wynne dropped from the skies, the pale of her clothes a glow in this Darkness. There was little light in which to see by, but wind was an element that needed neither to survive; yet even in this instance sent shivers up the young girl’s dual spines.
She wet her lips as the cry across the skies echoed out, and the first challenge was issued. Her body shifted, bending down as she moved to grip the Scythe and pull it free from it’s earthen captor. The ground about her shifted as her footing changed, and she stared ahead with a resolve of an awaiting solider moving into battle. This was no fight against gods but they’d come to stand and she; unlike the eleven others had survived with mind barely intact. She’d not fail now; she’d not fall some barren weed to the tumble and give into the Darkness. She’d vanquish this and she’d prove her right to stand tall; and when the Sedian Race reassembled and became whole again; for in all her beliefs that they would prevail only grew stronger with every passing second that the people kept up the fight. Of course it might take years, but Peace would return to them and the Darkness would be chased back for the Light to be victorious.
She was ready.
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Post by Malkate Rose Sedi on Mar 31, 2008 20:29:13 GMT -5
Malkate’s attention never wavered from Lasius as he spoke; her face solemn with that almost bizarre look that spoke little of more than the flickering of chaos that raged her inner mind and being. The speaking of Sages she understood, but he was not a man of godhood and he’d given over his Arc; right into the hands of the man who in turn decayed and poisoned the powerful artifact. Though even as he spoke with the passion of the Sedian nature it was something deeper; Malkate had changed before and the change stayed and twisted that inner soul that was at a time peaceful and neutral; no longer thus she became a kind of wicked spirit in her own ready for battle and the undying need for vengeance against the man known as the Sage of Darkness was an overwhelming thing that almost consumed her; that drove her forward.
His words struck her; though it was not as a physical or emotional blow – it was only that strengthen of resolve that came with being told that she would be once more the student to the teacher when the strength was a threat – that situation she’d been so frustratingly in before continuously; but she’d not be the soft one here, not the weak one to bow to the whims of a man who was so overwhelmed with his own desire and thirst for power over another that he let it consume his soul and who he was. Her eyes clouded slightly, the violet shimmered as he spoke of never failing him; of the emotion that coursed through them both even after the trials of the years past. She knew that it was a man who faced the very high possibility of death of both and he was going in with a light heart and even as her lips curved into that sardonic smile she thought then of the man she’d known before and knew somewhere that she’d not let Lasius die – without even needing to look she knew that Lomes wouldn’t either.
A kind of bond ship Malkate felt for the woman now; indeed that of a sibling which would mean trouble possibly for the Sage of Shadows if he ever showed signs of harming the Avian; even in emotion. She closed her eyes, only briefly as her fingers encircled his and his hand led her upwards, even as the massive creature moved she looked to Lasius and then the group; feeling a bit different than the man who stood so near to her on his exact feelings of the group. She saw a small handful of unprepared children and those who should rightly be behind in her eye. Though she was never meant or built to be a leader, Lasius in himself had always had the charisma even when they’d followed under a different man’s flag. His words lifted her heart slightly, and a wave of an exhilaration at battle came over her, causing her to blink slightly before that wicked smile curved her lips. Let arrogance be her downfall, she would not fail this time.
As Daegan’s form blinked out through the shadows; as the winds tumbled at her hair and the young girl vanished, she grinned back at Lasius, keeping his hand through hers as she channeled the elements through her body, taking the time to feel the new fire that burned deeper, and pulled at the elemental type. True, it was risky, but she was feeling a bit on the mischievous side; so even as the element filled both her soul and magic, she reached a hand up to the skies and let the lightning come down and strike at her finger and form, her free hand moving to grip Lasius so they could both be pulled up into the storm that flickered overhead and was rapidly growing in both strength and speed. It wasn’t even a thought to her as a Sedi; it was the old Magus soul within her that drew upon its elements and the memory of watching Lasius do it before. She left her mind open to him as her form faded into the storm and pulled itself; with him if he accepted the invitation – into Tarthia.
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Post by Lasius on Mar 31, 2008 23:52:06 GMT -5
Lasius laughed at Daegan's words, at first it was a soft rumbling chuckle but as the adrenalin of the coming battle took hold it became a full head tilted back bellowing laughter. His eyes flashed with the wild light of the Storm above them, exuberance and joy at the power of Lightning ripping through his veins. He tightened his grip on the Arc of Death ignoring the wailing of souls and screeching of the undead horrors in his mind. The Souls of the fallen were in for a wild ride tonight. He took Malkate's hand and faded into the storms essence, the Dragon too vanished in a thousand cascading lightning bolts that poured forth into the small park.
Moving through the storm was as exhilarating as ever, he never tired of the intensity, the random chaotic energy that coursed through his soul. It was in every way an embodiment of everything he stood for and fought for, the wild joy of chaotic freedom, life at its zenith, unhindered by anything. He let the energy of the Storm rage through his naked soul, he gave everything to it and asked for nothing in return, it was a bond him and his element shared one he never regretted, and one of the ultimate keys to mastering Lightning. He touched Malkate's mind gently caressing it in the non-corporeal state they were in, opening himself to her so she could see his thoughts feeling and actions body and soul. Education by example as it were.
Too soon though, far to soon for his liking He felt the Tug at his soul that told him he had arrived where he wished to go, His mind embraced the lightning and he rode the single solitary bolt down to the surface, it struck with unparalleled ferocity, the Storm having fed off his own power, his own desire for the fight and grown in intensity until it tore at the land raking it with hard driving rains, and hurricane force winds.
~This is our stop dearest~
As the single bolt crashed into the wind and rain swept scene his form flashed into existence, he appeared kneeling on one knee point of the Arc of Death grounded into the blasted soil of the land. His head slowly lifted, gray eyes flashing with internal power as Light and Lightning warred within him, his hair and clothes were instantly soaked by the torrential downpour rivulets of water streaming down his face and he pushed himself to a standing position. Green nether energy burst forth around him, the focal point on the blade of the Arc of Death, but the tortured Souls bound to the Arc could be seen mirrored in the energy around him. Faces of the damned screaming in eternal torment illuminated with every crash of lightning.
He Raised the Arc of Death above his head focusing the nether Energy directly into the storm above him before Sitherack could take control of it, Laced it with the essence of Death itself. Every Lightning bolt that struck from it carried with it the power to rip the soul from the body now, the winds were the shrieking torment of the damned, the Rain the tears of the souls lost. The clouds above boiled forth in images of the faces of all those ever bound to the Arc of Death. It was in essence a Death Storm.
High above them a roar bellowed out, the massive silhouette of the Dragon could be seen sailing silently through the clouds, her eerily reflective scales naturally camouflaging her to the storm making her virtually invisible in the ever darkening twilight.
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Post by Lomes Artelias on Apr 1, 2008 0:22:26 GMT -5
Daegan, Lasius and Malkate, not to mention that little Vixen of a Shadow had all left, All that remained in the Park was Lomes and the Captain. She glanced at him silently, her white and gold glowing presences illuminating the area around the two. Power shimmering off of her as she stepped closer to him and smiled in what she hoped was a reassuring manner.
“They always leave you behind Ishmael, but do not take offense, it is the natural order of their hearts, they loose focus of things at times, All of your race do, but Regardless the time is at hand my Salty friend.”
She offered him her pale golden glowing hand, the Arc of Life glimmering on it like immortality itself.
“Shall we?”
If he were to take her hand they would vanish, and flash across the intervening distance in less than a second, it would cause a brief dizzying sensation only, like taking a misstep, and then they would be in the midst of the raging storm. Wind ripping at their bodies, rain pounding them as the damned souls of the Arc of death screamed their fury in twisted torment faces within the clouds overhead.
If he chose not to take his hand and transport himself then she would have simply teleported the distance herself. Regardless as she arrived her eyes took in the surroundings, ignoring the Death Storm that was obviously the creation of one of their own, likely Lasius. Her attention was focused on the pillar of darkness rising into the eternal night above. This marked the heart of Sitherack's power his stronghold, the Temple of Darkness. This was what she had come to destroy.
Closing her eyes she Embraced her Light element even more thoroughly, there were no shadows around now to be careful of, she was plenty far from Daegan, and her form burst forth with Light that seemed to make her a beacon in the darkness. The power was astonishing, very close to what the sage of Light could call forth himself. The Arc of Life laced the light with a holy golden hue that made her seem celestial.
Not even her silhouette was visible anymore, it was like looking at a star, one that moved across the ground at a steadily advancing pace for the Temple before her. Her mind was focused, her demeanor determined, time was on her side this once, and she refused to give even an inch to the encroaching darkness. Her from served as its own living barrier against Sitherack's power in this place, all she needed to do was get herself into that Pillar of Obsidian and she would cut him off from all he held dear.
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The Captain
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Post by The Captain on Apr 1, 2008 11:43:10 GMT -5
Closing his eyes, the Captain just shook his head and let out a soft sigh. He watched as Daegan vanished and, sure enough, Lasius and his woman vanished shortly there after, along with the Sage’s daughter. At least some things were remaining consistent. He opened his eyes as Lomes began to speak to him, and merely shook his head once more, his grip tightening around the Arc of Water.
"I mean seriously, doesn't anyone walk anywhere anymore?"
He took the Avian’s hand and the feeling was almost overwhelming. The forces of Light, Life and Dreams completely overtook his body, washing over his already stark white skin and making him seemingly fade from existence entirely. He swayed slightly and stumbled, catching himself with the Arc of Water as he found himself smack dab back in the middle of the Land of Eternal Night.
The pirate glanced around at his surroundings and frowned. Of course there was no water. That’d have been too easy. He could see the figures and silhouettes of the others; the eerie aqua color burning around Daegan, the neon green around Lasius and the brilliant white around Lomes. He could see traces of scales in the clouds above that told of the Dragon and could feel the winds shifting and changing from Daegan’s daughter.
"May as well rain on this little parade, eh?"
He thrust the Arc of Water into the air, gripping the shaft of the trident with both hands. The air around his body seemed to pulse for just a second as a small bolt of colorless energy surged up into the growing storm clouds. They seemed to tremble for a moment and then the rains that had been gathering within were cut loose. Sheets upon sheets of water pelted the ground like a monsoon as the Captain, too, started forward towards the Temple of Darkness. Daegan’s call had been issued. Now was the time.
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Post by Sitherack's Soul on Apr 1, 2008 14:06:45 GMT -5
The Temple grounds shuddered with the combined energy of the group that was advancing upon him. He already knew this was a kill or be killed situation, it didn't bother him, He knew from the start that his own death was inevitable, a return to the Void required it. The Sage of Darkness had fully taken control of his mind now, and this minor inconvenience to its plans it tolerated, at least for now. The cold luminescent orbs of his eyes moved from one to the next measuring powers weighing threats, there was little here he was truly concerned about, but that which he was would be dealt with shortly.
His eyes stopped transfixed by the luminescent form of Lomes advancing on the Temple. His plan had worked, ultimately his only real goal was to bring her into his presence. Beside her the Rest were meaningless, for once she was felled the rest would cease to exist. Of course Sitherack would as well, but the Sage of Darkness would live on, and with so much of the world in darkness now none of the other Sages would stand a chance against its total dominance.
Of course if they stopped him before he could manage to kill her, that would end his plan utterly, and that he would not allow. He drew forth the Corrupted Arc of Light, holding it in his left hand he closed his eyes, the pale white orbs vanishing in the darkness that was his entirety. They were still quite a ways away, each one holding one or more Arcs, and engaging them individually was out of the question. Of course there were other methods.
Energy crackled across the blade obsidian bolts rippling along the blade making it look almost as though the Arc of Light were that of Lightning for a moment. The self same obsidian bolts crackled across his armor. His eyes snapped open and he spun the Corrupted Arc in his hand with a blur of speed, dropping to one knee he slammed it deep into he ground. At first there was no reaction, then abruptly the ground in all directions turned dead black, the coarse sand shifting slightly corrupted by the Darkness merged in the Arc that was embedded in it. The first few step after the ground changed would be normal, but the closer they came the more difficult it would be to move, like slugging through Tar, but if one looked close enough one could see billions of tiny insect like creatures of darkness that were slowly working their way up their legs.
There would be an intense itch, followed by a burning as they began to devour the flesh, once they had gotten through the skin they would invade the body and begin to eat the attackers from the inside out. He remained kneeling his head down, in apparent concentration as the seething writhing ground moved under the advancing party.
To his left and slightly behind him the Clone of Malkate nodded slightly whispering under her breath as she turned and vanished in a brilliant flash of red light. Her form flickered into existence directly before Lomes barring her path. The pure and uncorrupted light emanating from the creature strained her ability to maintain her form, but the constant influx of Dark energy from the proximity of the Temple strengthened her. Burning red eyes narrowed on the forms of the Captain and the Avian making their way to the temple. Such things were to be expected, narrow minded plans from narrow minded people.
She drew her hands together and began to speak softly under her breath, the words were inaudible, and truly didn't matter it was just a trick of maintaining the concentration that was needed, while she converted the Dark energy fed to her into something usable for the Magus clone. The air around the three began to waver, then abruptly snapped solid, taking on a crystalline texture the now familiar form of existence solidified, sealing them off from the rest of the world.
“You two didn't honestly think it was going to be that easy now did you?”
The wind had died the moment the Existence cage had snapped into being, there was no rain in here, nothing but a few random puddles from the rain that had fallen whilst the cage was forming, there was also limited Air, of which she had no need to breathe. Her eyes remained locked on them, as she slowly pulled her hands closer together. The cage began to compress, slowly but surely collapsing in on itself.
“I know you are pressed for time but allow me to squeeze you in to my schedule.”
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Post by Daegan on Apr 1, 2008 20:03:35 GMT -5
Daegan hissed as the air shimmered around Lomes, the growing rains soaking his body completely. Black silk stuck to his form like a second skin as the shadows once more boomed around him. The twisting, screaming faces of his deceased daughters became more and more outlines in the Soul Fire that burned brilliantly around him. The Death Storm only caused the aqua flames around him to grow and dance with more wild abandon than ever before as Daegan’s figure began to streak forward towards the Darkness Temple.
As he moved, the Soul Fire would flicker, and soon it seemed as though his image was mirrored. It was now as if two Daegans were surging forward; two trails of Soul Fire burning in their wake. The shadows around the two figures exploded again as the pair once more split, four being present where two once were. Step after step Daegan’s figure twisted and multiplied until twelve Sages were visible.
Each held what looked to be an Arc of Shadows and each forced the power of the Soul Fire from around their shadowy forms. It outlined the almost translucent group, Daegan using the true Arc of Shadows to shift. As his body became completely incorporeal he, too, passed his Arc into his Realm, at least enough so that he could still wield it. The growing gathering of the Necromantic energy and the temporary heightened abilities from the Rod of Souls was all he needed to play Sitherack’s own vile game.
“Eleven have been taken, Twelve shall have their Vengeance.”
The forms of the twelve Sages flickered and danced with the Soul Fire about their figures. They held their Arcs outwards in what appeared to be an offensive stance as they marched towards Sitherack, observing the pulsating and growing darkness with each step. Still, like banshees they advanced, moving just over the infernal blackness that seethed and pooled below. Soon it became apparent as to the cause of the disturbance, Sitherack crouching over the Corrupted Arc of Light.
“ELEVEN HAVE BEEN TAKEN! TWELVE SHALL HAVE VENGEANCE!”
Once more the shadows boomed from all around as the Sage began to force his will through the Arc. Every spec of shadow that was being created from any source of light was pulled and collected, gathering within Daegan himself and the Arc as the twelve began to move around to encircle Sitherack. The Sage’s voice echoed outwards across the battlefield, trailing shadows that were being pulled still carrying his words.
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Wynne Siusan Sedi
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Post by Wynne Siusan Sedi on Apr 3, 2008 21:11:03 GMT -5
The Darkness came down, decending on her but she was ready. As she lifted the scythe above her head, she called the winds to push her upwards, lifting her away from the creeping Darkness that melted at the land and at people. Her eyes didn’t even go to the Dark Haired Sedian woman, or to her Uncle; her eyes were riveted upon her father as he called to Sitherack and charged. Pulling upon herself the calm of the Winds, taming her temper, she let the air flow through her again as her mind connected upon the lightlessness of her body; instead of pulling her from the ground her body simply became weightless as the current’s pushed her upwards separately so it wouldn’t drag the Darkness with it. Long strands of blonde that escaped the tight braid slithered as angry snakes around her as her blue eyes opened, hard as she pulled the scythe back and in a surge of power rushed towards her Father and Sitherack.
She changed course simply as Daegan assaulted his attack on Sitherack, surrounding him, and Wynne using the scythe as a focal point; used her energy down the weapon as she slashed through the air, moving it five times sending bursts of compressed air towards Sitherack; only it wasn’t aimed at him, it was aimed at the Arc that was buried in the ground, attempting to if it got close enough, shove the corrupted thing flying away from the man of Darkness and out towards the fields so it would end the corruption that ate at the land and lessen the would-be-god of one of his tools. She stayed a good distance from Sitherack however, sure that engaging in direct combat with the man at this point in time was suicide for a simple warrior of herself; but that didn’t mean that she had to sit about helplessly.
The pouring rain of the storm, the obsidian bolts that she managed to try and avoid kept her occupied as her mind started formulating a plan. There was little light in this creeping Darkness, but there was some. She closed her eyes as she started to gather energy to her, her mind already rotating around the idea. As she did she pulled the winds to them, pushing them towards Sitherack like a giant force though she was in essence, gathering her element slowly to herself, so half of what came at her she pulled to her and let the other go like a giant push against those who would be near Sitherack; she would be ready to defend Daegan if need be; if her father managed to not need her help then her other plan would go forth and she would let loose her own type of weapon..
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Post by Malkate Rose Sedi on Apr 3, 2008 21:31:19 GMT -5
Malkate felt the passion that came with doing what she was doing; more so than ever. The exhilaration was almost orgasmic in it’s own way, less of a sexual nature as an intense pleasure of feeling a sense of rightness and relief as if her body indeed were somehow in it’s wrong shelling once more. She let his mind touch hers ad she’d left it open; learning as she felt through him, letting her own emotions feed through him. She felt the tugging at him, understood it only after a minute of confusion before he descended once more. She allowed herself to ride the corruption of her new Element, as she landed on the ground kneeling, black hair almost instantly becoming soaked against the side of her face as the dim light created an almost darkness against her face, a new kind of look settling in the Magus’ face.
There was its own Darkness there, a touch of element that was impossible to belong to the body but stained the soul as it were. That hatred that bubbled, boiled, and blistered raw within her for the man whom attacked her. She didn’t differate it from the man whom turned his back on her when she sought to find Lasius again the first time to the man whom took her blood and corrupted her once more. The duality never even phased her; for what once existed must surely be the other. Her own faults had led her to be captured before though this man new not of who she was and she was sure of it. Another Sedi to him, and he’d loose that advantage over them if she could turn it against him. However even as the howling winds took pressure to her back, the flashes of dark lightning that fell upon a tarnished landscape she saw Darkness creep up the land, stealing from it the light that existed.
Her hand called to her the staff in which she’d had before, an item that was not tied to a physical person as the entity inside of it. To call it was easy, there was no flash it simply appeared as if it had always been there, responding to it’s summons like a fantastic pet. Malkate didn’t call upon Malachite, for his ferocity was enough but she didn’t wish him to perish in this battle and she was unsure if he’d recognize her right away after this transformation, and trying to make him distinguish friend from foe could easily cost them this battle. Curling her knuckles around the gnarled willow wood, she pulled upon the crystals as she summoned her energy through them, using that as a focal point rather than the new body so she’d suffer none of the repercussions of trying to channel through an unfamiliar tide. The Storm Riding was enough of a chance; now as not time for games.
Energy rippled out from it as she caught sight of the approaching Darkness and the tide of destruction it wrought behind it. Pulling the staff up she noticed the small blond girl calling the winds to her and agreed more; using the force behind the torrential things wasn’t to hard besides the fact someone else was already manipulating them and it was almost like a tug of war and that could take precious time. So rather than manipulating the winds as the young chit was doing her mind grasped an ancient spell she’d learned and hardly used, yet so simple it was. Reaching the Staff out to Lasius she started casting quickly for the both of them, and even as the Darkness approached she spread large angelic like wings behind her, pulling them out so she could ride the air like a giant bird. Lasius’ would take the form that most fit him as a person and carry him much the same as if he’d grown wings instantly.
She reached out to touch his mind as she watched the others attack, her minds eye seeing the wench of a Clone of what she used to be trapping Lomes. Anger, agitation and a sort of fear surrounded Malkate as she used the link previously connected to Las to send him her thoughts; the knowledge of how to use the wings and then the questioning on of Lomes ability to escape an existence shield. As she escaped the creeping darkness she started to pull to her the energy, pulling from the crystals; the arc of Magic, and the strength of her own body as she watched the battle; she was by far not on the defensive; but she was ready for an attack to come her way.
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Nuria Volaskie
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Post by Nuria Volaskie on Apr 3, 2008 21:52:09 GMT -5
Nuria’s head tilted slightly at the man’s words, her cherry lips pulling from their slight pout to that of a more concerned thought look. She didn’t have a battle here with this man, with anyone really, not even the pretty little broken woman who seemed intent on ending Nuria’s life. Her attention didn’t even waver as the Sage of Darkness moved past her, but his wording sent something of a thrilling warning to her head. There was something duel about this man for even in the recesses of the minds of the Dark Ones she’d met their wish for oblivion didn’t include themselves and surely this mortal creature (as powerful as he may be Death was still an overwhelming possibility) could still die. Oblivion meant his end to, and yet he fought. There are so many ways to end oneself. Yet… still something didn’t sit right with her.
As the others showed, drama flaring to touches in this battle Nuria was already pulling and preparing her spell as the shadows writhed in ending scenes of lust filled nights, some ending brutally other’s quite peacefully as if her moods couldn’t decide which to war on; even at the appearance of the Sage of Shadows she held her iron grip on those in her area that had been trained to her. The call was there but she did not answer as her mind pulled itself into that catatonic meditative state, her form exploding, expanding into that incorporeal state; her presence forming a solid wall of resistance as the Sage called to him his right, her body forming itself into a tight shield as it wove a barrier around itself, pulling together things to ensure that when the Darkness came if it overwhelmed in her little protective bubble she’d manage to be able to exist, to escape.
So she was a coward, so what?
Beauty was never meant to battle the beasts, merely to… persuade. Her mannerisms of battling never including the filth of getting her hands dirty, and sense this creature wasn’t of an overly particular interest to her beyond the mentality of him as if something was wrong and no one was offering to pay her; not even in favors – she had no wish to be pulling all of her efforts into one place. So, the safety ticket. However, the shield was only slightly strong. It would keep her existence in check as she wove the spell she’d need to cast, but it also put her in another type of Danger. She could easily get stuck if she was captured elsewhere, but that was a different matter for a different time. She pulled apart the very essence of what she was, the shadows, separating Light from Dark as if two were the very genes she was made up of and split so they’d coexist in peace.
She embraced that Darkness of her, the inkling of what made her up. She’d met a couple of ‘sisters’ a long time ago that controlled the Dark and some of its ways and she’d learned a few things from them; this next trick was purely her own. It was a kind of mind trap that allowed her to enter the minds of the men she seduced when she wanted to so she could weave the right kind of suggestion to them. If it was a death trap or purely the gift of ecstasy she still managed to penetrate the core of the brain, to move into the subconscious that was not quite a dream as much as contacting the soul within someone that controlled the physical makeup of the body. So basically; she connected with them on a mental level. The spell was a woven thing of deduction so it was a little bit more tricky because she didn’t want to wind up… trapped.
The spell released as the Darkness spread across the land, but her bubble was a nasty little thing that it would find impossible to penetrate at this point, even as the contact moved out and she reached to connect to the man inside the Darkness, the true man not the actual being that moved about. If she successfully managed this, she’d be but a traveler within that mind, a seductive call to the being within that promised bouts of lust amongst affection; the kind that can be found within the right pair of warm arms.
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Post by Lasius on Apr 4, 2008 15:38:02 GMT -5
The darkness spreading forth around the Temple had almost reached Lasius when Malkate appeared and he felt her spells already weaving around them. He didn't know exactly what she was trying to do but he was already on top of the situation so he forced the spell energy away from him so that it was only working with Malkate's form. He smiled reassuringly at her as she lifted into the air on her newly grown wings, a smile to let her know he was fine. His eyes turned back to the Dark shifting ground that was almost to his boots and he closed his eyes relaxing and touching his mind to the singular consciousness drifting through the clouds.
He gripped the Arc of Death tightly and raised his arms to either side just as the Massive form of the Dragon nosedived for the ground with terrific velocity. His form was snatched away in an instant, as the Dragon snagged him with a claw passing no more than 8 feet above the shift mass of Darkness before pulling back up sharply into the air. She spread her wings full width as she rose, halting her forward momentum abruptly and released Lasius causing him to fly forward at incredible velocity directly toward the kneeling form of Sitherack. His arms spread to either side he could already feel the blistering heat of the man's armor but he was prepared this time.
A bolt of Death laced Lightning smashed into the ground directly in front of the Sage of the Dark, causing a sonic boom right in his face, and expanding a concussion wave for over 100 feet in all directions enough blow Sitherack backwards through the Entryway to the Temple of Darkness. As Lasius descended on the rushing ground just outside the Temple entrance he threw his free hand forward a sphere of uncorrupted light impacting the ground and detonating clearing the darkness between where he would land and the Temple entryway. He had carefully regulated the light to make sure it wasn't intense enough to scatter the shadow forms Daegan had sent after Sitherack, but rather just enough clear the darkness along the ground only between those two points.
His landing wasn't graceful, or painless in any way shape or form. He impacted the ground harshly, managing to turn himself as he rolled end over end so that when he impacted the Temple wall it was with his back. He sat for a split second his eyes closed almost appearing to be unconscious from the intensity of the impact, before he stood taking a deep breath and turning to the temple entrance. He focused his eyes remaining closed, he could feel this place better than he could see it. His free hand started to pulse and glow with brilliant white light, which he placed on the wall on the entryway. The Temple seemed to flinch harshly and then slowly started to glow with a soft white light that flickered randomly casting shadows all about the exterior and interior of the Temple.
He finally opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder at the multiple forms Daegan had created. ”That should provide you the Light you need to enter the temple, shall we go greet our brother Sage?”
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Post by Sitherack's Soul on Apr 4, 2008 16:29:03 GMT -5
As he knelt before the entrance to the Temple he considered the situation carefully, the darkness spreading along the ground was nothing more than a stalling measure, as pretty much everything was buying time till the last of the light could be quenched. His head rose to the voice of Daegan, who had created apparitions of himself, and was advancing on him. He started to rise, just as a burst of air smashed into the Corrupted Arc of Light. He hissed as it ripped out of the ground, and then before he could react, a bolt of lightning smashed into the ground directly in front of him. The Shockwave carried him and the broken free Arc of Lightning through the Temple entryway and up the hall over 25 feet.
The ringing in his ears from the sonic boom was deafening, assuming he had not been struck deaf by the blast, which in fact he had. It took him several seconds to regain his footing. The Darkness on the ground outside melted away with out the Arc sustaining it. He retrieved the Arc of Light from where it had fallen and turned back towards the Entryway just in time to see Lasius placing his hand on the wall. The sudden light, soft as it was stung his eyes, and angered the Sage immensely. He turned and threw his left arm out, the Arc of Lightning ripped itself out of the sheath at his waste and flashed directly into the wall where it embedded itself up to the hilt.
”You never cease to amaze me with your stupidity Sage of Light” Lightning Burst forth through the walls of the Temple, Obsidian corrupted bolts lashing out at everything close to the exterior of the temple and everything inside, save Sitherack himself. Since Lasius was indeed actually touching the wall, the majority of the dark energy focused on blasting him directly, but there was more than enough to lash out at all the forms Daegan had manifested.
As the obsidian bolts crackled across the Exterior of the Temple Sitherack turned towards the Darkness Well, placing both hands on the hilt of the Corrupted Arc of Light. Outside the World began to Darken far more rapidly, the twilight almost gone, stars winking out one by one, and the silvery light of the moon fading into almost nonexistence.
“You waited too long Sages, its too late to stop the inevitable power of the Void. You will all be consumed, whether or not I manage to crush the Rod of Souls. Make your peace.”
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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 Apr 5, 2008 11:58:47 GMT -5
The Captain’s all white eyes narrowed, his brows knitting as the dark clone once more materialized before them. He glanced over at Lomes only once as he took a single step forward, shaking his head. An almost insane smirk spread over his face as he thrust the Arc of Water out in front of him, gripping the weapon tightly with both hands.
“Shut up, wench. No one cares what comes out of your wretched lips.”
The air around his body shimmered for a brief second before exploding outwards. The pirate’s body vanished completely as the water surged outwards in all directions, filling the existence cage within a matter of seconds. Even as the crystal clear waters filled the place, it continued to pour outwards as a faint image of the Captain once more appeared where he was standing, a wicked grin spread over his face, his eyes remaining locked on the clone.
He closed his eyes as the water continued to flow through both the Arc and himself, the pressure of the water crushing. The water pulsed with his heart beats, vibrating the whole of the cage with each beat. With every rumble the water shimmered from the faint glimmers on the battlefield and the dark lightning above. Like a prism it refracted the light of Lomes and the other slight points of light that were close enough to the cage. A rainbow of brilliant light streaked and arched through the shuddering cage every other second it seemed.
The Captain’s form began to rise to the center of the cage, his body suspended in the crushing water that had overtaken the existence cage. Yet the pirate seemed unaffected by it as he continued to pull his element through the Arc of Water, in turn forcing the waters outwards. He grimaced only slightly as he brought the Arc from in front of him out to his ride side. It was in a slow, sweeping motion, and seemed meaningless for only a split second as the Captain’s face twisted into one of utter rage.
As if a sonic boom had been detonated, the water surged outwards with renewed force. Even Lomes, providing she was lucky enough to understand the Captain’s hint and embraced the water element within her would begin to feel the extreme strain as the pirate continued to grimace in pain from the crushing force. But still he poured the water through his connection with the Arc, attempting to smash the clone into nothingness against the existence barrier while using the refracting light to scatter her darkened form.
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