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Post by telemachus on Jul 19, 2010 7:10:51 GMT -5
Banith was speaking, but when the air became crisp and cold Telamon knew it was the Samurai he had once faced. The one who could control the cold…He turned his back to Banith to see Masamune on his ice tower.
In a flare of fire Telamon transformed into the dragon-wolf and leapt out and flew at him. As he got closer he roared and fire flew at the base of the spire and ice exploded. As it began to drop Masamune back flipped and landed below. Telamon changed back to himself as he dropped to the ground firing several fire balls. Masamune blocked with ice shields he formed. The samurai dove under a barrage and sent a wave of ice that sent Telamon flying. While the demon fluttered in the air the samurai leapt unsheathing his blade and swiped upward. The firey demon blood sprayed from his side and hit ground. To his feet quick the demon leapt and charged a large fire and hurled into the chest of Masamune. His clothes singed as he bounced off the ground and into a tree.
Telamon paused for a moment his hand touching his fiery blood on his side. Beneath his cloak he pulled his demon blade. The blade was black with orange hot symbols along it.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Jul 21, 2010 1:59:04 GMT -5
Olore whipped his head around as he sensed powerful magic, and heard a roar. He was just in time to see the winged shape launch itself from the spire, the alternate flashes of fire and ice,and the ice tower beginning to collapse.
Wheeling around sharply to face the others,Olore reared. It has begun! Now is our chance. We must move now and take the opportunity while we have it. We have no way of knowing how long Ttsumura will be able to distract Telamon. Olore reared again;lacing his ears back and sidling uneasily as he came back to earth. He pawed the ground agitatedly.
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Elestirne watched Telamon transform and take off with an unconsious sigh of relief, mixed with worry. She strained to try to catch a glimpse of the battle, but to no avail. She did however, see the ice tower shudder and start to fall and even-she thought-glimpsed a glint of sparkling silver in the woods away to the south. But she couldn't be sure.
She whipped her gaze back to Banith now;her silver eyes alive and glittering with an intensely bright and faintly icy glint. "If you still want me to kill Telamon orc, then cut me down now while he's distracted and you have the chance. You might not get another,and I still need to heal some in any case." She leveled a piercing stare on the orc;waiting
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Post by Tatsumura Masamune on Jul 23, 2010 12:06:26 GMT -5
Masamune spit a bit of blood as he fell to a knee after dropping down from the tree. He looked up, wiping the blood from his lip, glaring across the field of shattered trees and ice.
"I see fusing with that oni has rid you off your need to blather on non-stop tsukei."
Standing up, Masamune sheathes his katana. His eyes open wide as a flash of wind and snow envelope him. The wind disperses with the samurai no where to be seen. Telemon's eyes widen for a moment, then he jumps dodging the swing of Masamune's iajutsu strike. He flips back and twist while in mid air, taking a swing at Masamune. The samurai follows through the attack spinning around, bringing his blade to bear against Telemon's. The two glare at each other as the demon seems to hang in mid air. A slight smirk crosses both their faces as they unleash their powers. The resulting clash of fire and ice send Masamune sliding backwards, and propel Telemon away to land on his feet.
He has gotten stonger. He was able to read my attack too easily.
The two rush each other exchanging attacks. Both dodge and parry with such speed and skill that their attacks go almost unseen. The flurry halts as the two lock blades. Each blade begins to wrap itself in fire and ice respectivally. Masamune attempts to push down on the demon, finding himself taking everything he has to do so. Telemon grins at the samurai as he disappears, several large chunks of ice flying at Masamune. He places his hand and stops the ice from hitting him, only to find himself slashed in the back, and kicked across the field yet again.
Masamune climbs to his feet slowly, hearing the evil laughter of the demon and his taunts from across the field.
He completely read that. It's like he has eyes in the back of his head.
"Is that all you have samurai. I thought you came here to fight me." The demons voice echoed across the field with a stinging brashness.
Masamune collected himself. He dashed at the demon again, this time, coming at him with a low attack to the left leg. Telemon easily blocked the attack. "Perdictable as always." The demon sneered. Masamune grinned a bit, "Is it?" Masamune freed his right hand reaching it out as he spun around. His no-dachi appeared in his hand as he brought it around. Telemon leaped back as fast as he could, but not before being caught across the chest with a wounding graze. Masamune stood, both blades in his hands. A voice echoed across the field. taunting Telemon.
"Hmm, your blood does taste delicious. Perhaps I'll let you use my full strenght Masamune, only if you pay the cost."
Masamune grins a bit as he places his arm on the no-dachi, "Gladly." With that, Masamune allows the blade to cut him. In a flash of light, Masamune is standing their, the no-dachi gone, a tall powerfully built demonic samurai standing next to him, holding a large curved blade.
As promised, you have full usage of my strength.
"Thank you Muramasa-san." Masamune looks across the field. "I know that your fused form is allowing you to see my attacks from all directions. Being your second set of eyes. Let's see how you like mine."
With that, the two vanish, Muramasa bring a heavy swing against the Telemon's blade. Telemon jumps as he avoids a swing at his legs by Masamune, only to find himself kicked across the field and through a tree by Muramasa. The two stand next to each other, waiting to see what Telemon does next.
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Jul 23, 2010 22:14:23 GMT -5
Storm awoke to Olore's call to arms. He had been resting in his armor to be ready for the call. He didn't expect it to come as soon as it did. He looked around and saw Tatsamura was not among them. Without thinking he stood up and readied his horse and looked to Olore.
He went to go mount his horse when he too heard the roar and looked up to see almost a fierce sight as the Queen of Darkness, Takhisis.
"What in the name of all that is good is that thing?"
'That is Telamon, in full figure.' said Olore
Storm looked over at Olore in shock and awe that the elf had become that beast. What kind of sorcery could cause an elf to become a monstrosity as that. He cared little. He had faith in his master that he would be able to provide the distraction as needed.
'I just hope he lives. Otherwise, who will lead us?' he thought.
"Not that I doubt my master's abilities but did he say anything about what should happen if he doesn't return?"
Pulling his helmet from its hook he put on his helmet and remembers that it was Tatsamura who had given it to him. Storm pulls Brightblade from his scabbard and utters a small prayer
"Paladine and my ancestor's be with me...but mostly be with Tatsamura" Storm said as he urged his horse forward towards the gate with everyone else following.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Jul 23, 2010 23:33:53 GMT -5
The silver stallion looked at Storm shrewdly, then shook his fine head. Court not trouble 'till trouble courts you. Tatsumura Windwalker knows the risk he takes by doing this, and he willingly chose the path. He did so to give us a chance, and because he has wanted this fight ever since thier first encounter. I cannot say what will happen if he does not return Storm, save that life would go on as is its way. I know though, that he would not take such a risk as this if there were not a chance he can triumph. Trust in him,and let us not waste the time he is gifting us. The quicker we get to the spire and find and free Elestirne, the quicker we-and Elestirne if she is able-can aid Tatsumura if he needs our help. But until then, it is his and the fiend's fight only.
With that, Olore tossed his mane;the silver strands glittered and rippled like liquid light. The silver light limning him brightened as he stamped a hoof sharply, and his deep indigo eyes flared. Enough delaying. Let's go while Telamon's full attention is on Tatsumura. The silver stallion kicked into a trot, after making sure everyone had mounted;heading for the gates. We must be swift and silent.
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Jul 26, 2010 23:03:53 GMT -5
The group rides up to edge of the forest and orders the group to a halt. He examines the surroundings and realizes that there is no one at the front gate. But inside the gate was a little different. There seemed to be a mob the front gate and they see orcs chasing after one man. Clearly with this happening he must be either very skilled or very stupid to have a mod after him.
Storm turns to the rest of the group and contemplates what to do. They have small numbers already but with this man causing a bigger distraction they would have it easier to sneak in once the crowd left the gate. Storm eagerly wanted to help the man but Elestirne's life was at stake.
"What are we to do lads?" asked Storm in a calm manner.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Jul 27, 2010 1:07:46 GMT -5
Olore's ears flickered. His impassive gaze followed the odd scene for the briefest of moments before he shook his head with a stamp of his hoof.
If we help him, we draw attention to ourselves. And I cannot be sure but he might be the source of all the noise I heard earlier. If so,it is only helping us more. And we have limited time. We must use it. Olore pawed at the ground very delicately. I continue on. The longer we stand here,the greater the chance we'll be noticed,and I am not willing to risk it. The silver stallion looked at each of them briefly, then deliberately began to move forward. He made not a sound;moving past the mob silently as a ghost.
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Post by telemachus on Jul 27, 2010 9:08:25 GMT -5
Splinters and chunks of wood exploded as Telamon’s body flew through the tree. After the last of the debris finally hit the ground his body laid broken and still for a moment. He began to rise. His lips were moving, he gestured at two orcs standing nearby. Instantly they grabbed their guts as they began to grow in size and black stone like shards ripped out of their flesh. They stood perhaps three times they’re original size. They became some sort of hellish rock golems. They both charged Muramasa together. The blade demon sliced the arm off of one, but the other pounded his face with his rock fist.
While the golems kept Muramasa busy Telamon charged Masamune. He was there in a blur. Their swords clanged and rung and with each blow an explosion of ice and fire.
The samurai swung high, Telamon parried and clawed his chest. Blood sprayed over the snow. As Masamune spun from the blow his back swing caught the wrist of Telamon sending his hand and sword to the ground. A roar came from the elf-demon as he grabbed his bleeding stump. From the stump came a blaze that shot him to the ground. Flesh charred as Telamon leapt towards him and picked him up by his throat. He aimed his stump at him. Masamune felt his life being painfully drained as the hand of the demon was being rebuilt before his eyes. He made a fist with his new hand and punched him to the ground his body slid to a stop. Telamon looked to where Muramasa was, but there were only two piles of stone. He didn’t have time to gasp as the blade demon had leapt into the air and his large curved blade was crashing towards him.
As the blade was headed for his face it was stopped by something. A fire wall that cracked and then was gone. The force of the blow sent Telamon back. He had never faced another demon like this before. Something bound them both, but this did not make them allies. With a gesture Telamon’s sword came to his hands.
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Post by Tatsumura Masamune on Jul 27, 2010 12:20:31 GMT -5
Masamune stood up slowly as he looked across the field. He removed his hand from his chest, which still bled lightly. He was breathing heavily, and his body looked slightly thinner. He picked up his katana, taking a stance, readying for the next assault. Muramasa stood nearby, looking over it's blade.
"What happened?"
I'm not sure. It seems that our origins within Jigoku have saved him from my blade. A bit strange, but of little matter.
The oni expressed a fang filled grin as he looked across the field at Telemon.
I can smell his blood. It calls to me.
"Stay calm. You have to be careful with him."
Before another word could be said, Telemon was between the two. He made for a stab against Masamune, only to find his blade caught in ice. He lept and kick Muramasa, yanking his blade out of the ice, bringing it to cut down the oni. Telemon's eyes grew with surprise as the oni simply grabbed his blade. Muramasa looked deep into Telemon's eyes with an evil grin. The elf-demon turned his head to see Masamune slam a ball of ice into his stomach, only to be blown away as the ice ball exploded.
Masamune stood there looking at Telemon laying on the battered field. His body seemingly broken, a large hole blown out of his side. Masamune looked down to his singed hand. A risky attack, but one that seemed to pay off. As Masamune stood there for several minutes, he began to hold a spark of hope. Muramasa had been licking the blood from Telemon off the snow covered ground. His behavior becoming more frenzied as he devoured every drop. The Oni made his way over to the fallen Telemon, a huge fang-filled smile across his face as the thought of consuming this meal made him drool. He leaned down, licking the blood from the exploded wound.
Masamune dropped his head and gave a small smile. He had done it. He had defeated Telemon, he had succeded. He looked up to tell the oni to hurry it up, when his face turned to a look of horror. Telemon had driven his blade in Muramasa's chest, and was holding him by the throat.
Masamune watched with horror as Telemon's wounds quickly healed. The continued horror of Telemon growing and his form taking on the demonic samurai armor of Muramasa. The oni was slowly shrivaling, his strong form dissappearing into Telemon's hand.
Without a second thought, Masamune appeared behind the oni, severing his head from his body. As he landed on the ground, he looked up to see the hellish form of the oni revert to the blade, only to shatter into a million shards.
Masamune looked up to see Telemon, now standing over 9 feet tall, looking down on him with a freshly healed body, new armor, and an evil smile unlike anything the samurai had ever seen. "Delicious," was the only word Masamune heard before catching a massive foot to the chest.
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Post by ziglerrobertson on Jul 27, 2010 12:43:49 GMT -5
"Well lad, I'd say we wait a lil more for yon prey to draw the guards further away from the gates. Then bestin' we use both yer Shogun's AND the Horsey's actions as distractions. If that big 'un be distracted amongst two ways, we be having a better chance o' getting in with lil detection. I say we duck down 'ere an' wait it out.
Suddenly a familair feeling of unease washes over the dwarf and he reaches once again for the roots in his bag as a familiar voice speaks into his mind. In the same mode Zigler responds, "Aye, I'll do what I can. But don't be counting on it to be coming to blows betwixt us."
Zigler looks back at Aki, taking in the warriors obvious concern for the human on the run. "Aki,"says Zigler,"if'n ye be that worried about th' man, I'll be goin' ta see to him and his playmates. Yea best be keepin' a watch on the gate." With that the dwarf stands and begins to run faster then any in their group had ever seen toward the mob of Orc's and like beings, plus the sole human running flat out in front of them......and losing ground.
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Post by telemachus on Jul 29, 2010 9:27:41 GMT -5
As Masamune skidded across the field Telamon looked at himself. The black and red armor shimmered like hot blood. He looked at his hands and the new armor. He grinned as he looked to Masamune. His arms raised and with a roar a pillar of fire scorched the ground. The grass burned away to dirt and the force juggled the samurai into the air and he slammed down. A wall of fire surrounded the two. Masamune crawled for his Katana. When he reached with his left hand a large foot stomped and shattered the bones in his hand. He held the scream of pain in. He would not let him take that from him. His training had taught him to deal with pain. He grabbed his no-dachi with his other hand and swung but a boot was put in his face. Telamon snatched the no-dachi and picked up Masamune by his hair. He began cutting on him. He carved demonic symbols into the man. He roared with laughter as he dropped him and tossed the no-dachi. Surprisingly the man remained standing. Writhing in pain, he would stand as long as his body would allow him.
“You are a fool, Tatsumura Masamune, but a brave fool. The time for your kind has ended. The darkness will fall upon this land and you and all your little friends will be nothing but dust and bones.”
The wall of fire swirled around them reacting with the words of the demon. With his tattered and bloody clothes he held his shattered left hand to his chest and walked over to his katana and with a groan he picked it up.
“You are beaten. Nothing left but the man.”
“You’d be surprised of what just a man can do, Telemachus.”
Telamon responds with anger, “That name is dead! Just like you!”
He spins unsheathing his demon claymore. Masamune puts up his sword to block. His blade protects him for the last time. For when the blow was struck his katana shattered as it blocked away the sword. The battered samurai looked in shock at his broken blade.
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Post by ziglerrobertson on Jul 29, 2010 12:05:55 GMT -5
Zigler quickly reaches the running man and shouts, "Keep runnin' laddie, I'll take care o' dem." Without looking back as the two pass each other the dwarf approaches the Orcs. Meanwhile the small band of rescues continues watching the gate, well out of hearing and nearly out of sight behind a slight rise of ground.
"Stop! Whilst yea play with the man, your gates stand open!"
The Orc's slow and the stop, blocked by the short stranger in their path. "Who be this?" says Orc One
"It be smaller than a human" says Orc Two, "It not be green like a goblin"
"Me still be hungry. Let kill it and go eat," demands Orc Three.
Having heard quite enough Zigler approaches the Orc that last spoke. "Kill me just like that eh? I think not." Zigler ducks below the Orcs ham handed grasp and latches a hand onto the creatures shoddy tunic, turning it and everything it touched into lead. Quickly getting out of the way of the falling Orc Zigler spat, "Now! Escort me to the Gates, then guard them well."
The remaining Orcs look at their companion, squirming on the ground unable to get up due to the weight of his own clothing. Orc Two looks at Zigler, from the far side of the group, challenge in his eyes before asking, "Who be the one to give orders to Orcs! That why we make city so Orc no take orders Orc no want!"
The dumb beast begins to raise the club in its hand as Zigler's anger increases. Zigler closes his eyes and looks down, as if in submission until once again the purple fire spreads from the ring on the dwarfs hand. Orc Two takes a step back, surprised as Zigler lets loose the demon powers locked inside him. Raising his head and opening his eyes reveals a brighter flame burning deep inside the dwarf's irises. Zigler quickly ducks below the Orc's clumsy swing and, like the creatures companion before him, grabs the Orc, turning the beings entire body into lead, not jut the its clothing.
As the newly formed lead statue of an Orc falls to the ground Zigler looks at the remaining horde, "Now! Surround me and lets move back to the gates!"
The remaining Orcs do as the dwarf orders, more out of fear than of anything else. The entire group running back towards the gate, Zigler catches glimpses of his friend Aki, still waiting at the tree line and having obviously paid no attention to the Demon Bards actions.
Before heading off into the city behind the tall forms of the Orc's Zigler gives them their final command, "Guard your gate, turn back all that approach......and NO killing!"
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Jul 31, 2010 11:46:37 GMT -5
Elestirne sagged a little in the chains: suddenly weary. She could no longer see what was going on because of the ice tower's collapse. Nor could she hear much beyond distant cries and yells. There seemed to be some sort of disturbance at the front gate and, once again, she thought she had glimpsed that familiar silver glint that was Olore, but she couldn't be sure of either.
She continued to keep her eyes on Banith; wondering when he would hold to his word and free her-if he had indeed been speaking the truth about doing so. The sooner she got free, the sooner she could retrieve her swords and go to aid Tatsumura. Why exactly he had come she had no idea, but if he and Olore were here, then Storm and Kotaro almost certainly were nearby. And likely Authnor as well. Elestirne refrained from hanging her head with an effort as she thought over what that implied. If any of them got hurt, she vowed, she would never forgive herself. Her piercingly bright silver eyes sharpened as she looked at Banith and after a moment she spoke. Her tone was icy and tinged with sarcasm. "If you expect me to uphold my part of the agreement orc, then you need to uphold yours'. Else, neither of us will get want they want. The one he is battling now cannot hold him off forever."
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Post by Banith on Aug 1, 2010 21:56:22 GMT -5
Banith caught himself staring off at the fight, watching Telemon growing stronger and stronger. Elestirne's voice brought him back to where he was. He gripped the scepter tightly, pointing it in the direction of Elestirne. He felt the power growing and his hand starting to warm.
With a single word, fire erupted from the scepter an narrowed to a ray of sorts. The chains started to glow near her left arm, and suddenly they exploded. He moved slightly and soon the chain connecting to Elestirne's right arm exploded and she was free.
Telemon had surely felt the scepter's use, thankfully he was busy though. It would be a matter of time before his attention would come back to them and Banith's deceit.
Banith reached into the bag that was strapped across his chest and produced from it a small vial.
"All I have at the moment, elf. Its this or nothing," spoke Banith as he reached out to hand the vial to her.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Aug 2, 2010 0:46:23 GMT -5
Elestirne could not help but wince as fire burst from the sceptor in a narrow ray and concentrated on her chains-first the left, then the right. She felt the heated metal burning her skin, but refused to show the pain. She tried to turn her face away as the chains exploded, but a few bits struck her anyway, leaving angry red marks. As she felt herself falling forward, she instinctively stuck her hands out to absorb the impact;biting her lip to muffle the involuntary cry of pain. She stayed like that for a few moments,letting feeling come back, before she tried to move. Gingerly, she moved to a kneeling position, then standing; favoring one foot very slightly.
She looked at the vial Banith offered suspiciously, but saw no other choice and warily took it, opened it, and downed it;feeling some strength return instantly to her battered form. She hesitated a moment before limping the short distance to her sword and picking it up. Her silver eyes studied Banith speculatively, then she nodded briefly. "I thank you orc. I'd suggest to make yourself scarce. He had to have sensed the sceptor's use,and it might not be long before he decides to investigate it."
With that said, she turned her back on the orc and made her way carefully and painstakingly down to the next level and from there to the balcony, where she collected her other sword. She also found some bits of the food and vials from the store that Telamon had kicked off the spire's top. Carefully, she made sure both were ok before using them, then grimly continued on her way down and out of the spire; favoring her foot a little less with each step.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Aug 3, 2010 11:42:01 GMT -5
Olore shifted uneasily. After realizing he was alone, and that the gate had been blocked to prevent Storm and Tsukasa from entering, he had promptly contacted both with the warning that they would have to find their own way, and that he was going on to the spire. As soon as he had passed the message he had shimmered into insubstantial form and continued weaving his way through the city until he had reached the spire.
Now, still invisible, he pawed at the ground and tensed suddenly as he felt a strong surge of magic, very close. His eyes narrowed. It felt like it had come from within the spire. As he was debating about whether he should enter, he felt Elestirne's presence coming nearer. At the same time, he felt the odd block that had been between them lift.
He had just resumed material form when Elestirne came out. She was thin, her clothes in tatters, her feet bare and her face pale and drawn with pain. Both wrists bore angry burns and a distinctive ring that suggested chains, and her face was scored with several nicks and cuts, but she was alive and carried both swords. Recalling the surge of magic he had felt he wondered if it had been to set her free even as he moved forward to lend a shoulder; seeing that she was obviously injured and seemed dazed. At the same time he sent a message to Tsukasa and Storm. I've found Elestirne. She's injured...but alive. Somehow she either got free on her own, or was set free. I am going to get her to an out of the way place if I can, before we are discovered. The sooner you two can get in the city, the better.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Aug 12, 2010 1:02:48 GMT -5
Abrubtly, Elestirne realized she was out of the spire. She shook her head a little; disoriented. She didn't remember coming out... Taking in the familiar-and softly shimmering-form next to her, she relaxed and lowered her swords;suddenly weary. "Olore. You shouldn't have come. Where are the others?" Her voice was both disoppointed and relieved.
Tatsumura Wind-walker is battling Telamon, but that I'm sure you know. Storm is with naturally-along with the one called Tsukasa-but they are still outside the city and I fear the gate is held against them. Another-Zigler-is within the city bt I am not certain where and do not trust him. Authnor wanted to come but I forbade it. But we can speak of this later. I'm not certain how you got free, but I'll get you to the others before either they attempt to enter the city or Telamon comes hunting you.
Elestirne shook her head the barest amount. The battered elf pressed a hand to her side,wincing profoundly. "I was set free. And no-Telamon will come hunting me whatever we do. I'm not running Olore and any magic you use he'll sense. It is time to finish this. I'll seek him out first if I must."
You'll do no such thing. His response was sharp. You are injured Elestirne and need tending to,as well as rest. You are in no shape for a fight right now. Better we get out of the city and to the others, than we stay here and are discovered. The stallion seemed to think hard a moment. First we need to find you a cloak to cover your identity. Then we'll make for the gate.
Several moments later found Elestirne shrouded in a deep,long cloak she had-not without guilt-taken from its owner, now lying unconscious somewhere. As they approached the gate, it was quickly seen that a mob of orcs still blocked the opening. Elestirne glanced around guardedly while Olore, meanwhile,spotted a familiar figure. Telling Elestirne to wait, he shimmered into insubstantial form and quickly followed.
When he caught up he remained a few moments more as he was,allowing himself a glimmer of grim amusement as he imagined the reaction to come. When he judged enough time had gone by, the silver stallion reformed in a ghostly silver shimmer behind and slightly to the side of the subject of his attention and addressed him. Zigler. His 'voice' was sharp.
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Post by ziglerrobertson on Aug 12, 2010 21:05:16 GMT -5
Zigler walked into the pub only to run backward a few steps as a couple of the other patrons rolled around on the floor in an argument. One of the men, a skinny though tall goblin had the last say with a round house punch to the much smaller man's jaw. Once the discourse was over (the man collapsed, knocked out cold) the goblin smiled, untied the the man's purse from his belt and went back to the iron framed bar.
Tip toeing around the fallen human, the Demon Dwarf bellies up to the bar and orders a drink, followed promptly by another one.
Zigler.
The dwarf choked down a swallow and quickly turns in his chair.
"Well where da jeebin hell has ye been horsey!" Shouts Zigler as he tries to pet the creature unsuccessfully. Olore meanwhile avoids the dwarf's pawing hand while trying to get him caught up.
"We need to get through the gate and back to the other who remain out in the forest." Olore nearly shouts as he continues to avoid the Bards hands.
"Ack," replies Zigler, "is that all ye be needin' enow? And not a full pint I've had elsewise, and me and me thirsty throat don'tcha know." Chugging down the remainder of his drink Zigler slams the mug down on the bar. Those in the pub who weren't staring already at the near comical display and one sided conversations of Dwarf and horse paid close attention as Zigler gets up from the bar stool and heads for the door.
"HEY! You paying for these you crazy squirt!" shouts the goblin bar tender.
Turing around Zigler re-approaches the bar lays his hand on the iron edge, closes his eyes and concentrates. A bright flash goes off underneath his hand as the entire piece of iron turns golden before the pub patron's and bar keeps eyes.
"This 'ere should cover that" says Zigler before turning and quickly walking out the door. The horse dissipated and unbeknown to the small group in the pub followed the Dwarf out.
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Post by Tatsumura Masamune on Aug 15, 2010 12:29:27 GMT -5
Three months eariler
Masamune sat there meditating, his mind raced with the images he saw. Two flames move about an open field, one blue, the other red. The two jumped at each other continuosly. Near the end of the vision, the red flame grew larger, turning black.
Present
Masamune looked at his shattered katana. Before he had a chance to react, his was kicked. He slid across the field hard, stopping some 20 feet away. Telemon stood there laughing darkly. The demon looked over his new body, marveling at his new strength. "I must say thank you for this. With this new body and strength, you have insured that when the time comes, the people of this land will die."
Masamune laid there, his body seemingly broken. His eyes appeared to be empty violet orbs. There seemed to be no life in them. The samurai seemed to slip into darkness.
Two months earlier
The visions had continued. The vision of the two flames battling had progressed to a new point. As the red flame became black, the blue flame began to disapate. The blue flame nearly vanished. And just as the last spark jumped to extingiush the dying flame, it suddenly sparked to form a new flame. A bright white flame took it's place.
Present
Telemon turned to walk away from the lifeless body of the samurai, pleased in his victory. As he took a few steps, he paused. The sound of a heavy breath had grabbed his attention. The demon turned to see Masamune, slowly climbing to his feet. His hair hung down around his body, his clothes scorched and tattered. His body clearly damaged, but yet he stood. Telemachus took a step back when he saw the samurai's eyes, the piercing violet eyes that had defied him for nearly four years. His eyes were filled with not the hatred that Masamune had for Telemon, but with a white spark, something that Telemon had never seen before.
Masamune picked up the hilt of his now broken katana. He pulled out two long horse hairs. He tied one to the hilt, and then made a few strange gestures before the hilt disappeared, the other hair turning to dust as he did so. He knew that Olore would get the message. He looked across the field at the demon. It began to snow again, as it did, Masamune stood tall, the very act clearly bringing pain. He rushed at the demon. The demon brought his sword down in a powerful overhead swing. The dust cleared, with Masamune nowhere to be seen. Then from the side, Telemon was hit by another ice bomb.
The explosion caused quite a large amount of smoke. Masamune breathed heavily, as his his shoulder was also bleeding now. He managed to dodge the full force of the attack, but was still hit. A large hand shot out of the smoke, going for the samurai's throat. Masamune lept back, avoiding the hand. Telemon stepped out of the smoke, clearly unharmed.
"Is that all you have left? That little trick won't work anymore mortal."
Masamune looked at his hand, then back to the demon.
"Except it! You have lost. The only thing you have done is to make me more powerful. With it, I will finally turn Elestirne, and destroy Mittelmarch. I will then spread out, and consume the rest of this world. I will wipe you mortals from this world like the pest you are."
"Funny, that you refer to us as mortals, Telemachus. You only gained your immortal powers by consorting with demons. And yet, we are the weak pest?"
Anger quickly rose in Telemon's face. "Telemachus no long exist."
A slight smile crosses Masamune's face. If that were true, then why become so upset? Is it because for all your powers, you are still nothing more then an elf? And elf that lacked the power to stand against the darkness? An elf that that bent over for dark powers, because he was too weak to resist them?
Before Masamune could say another word, he felt a heavy hand drive him into the earth. The demon stood above him, continuallly hitting the samurai, screaming in rage as he did so.
One month ago
The next stage of the vision, showed the white flame growing larger, eventually matching the size of the black flame. Then, two small flames appeared, one blue, one red. The two clashed against the black flame, destroying it.
Present
Telemon stepped back, somewhat winded from his raging tirade. "I hope you have learned your lesson samurai."
Masamune stood up, almost seeming unharmed by the punches, laughing as he did so. "And what lesson is that? That you are nothing more then a weakling....Telemachus?
With that, the demon grabs Masamune by the neck, lifting him several feet off the ground. "ENOUGH!!! You will stop calling me that!?! That name no longer has any meaning, DO YOU HEAR ME!!!" With that, Telemon tightens his grip around Masamune's throat, clearly crushing the air out of him. Masamune attempts to move his lips, but no words come out. "Do you have something to say now? Perhaps you wish to beg for forgivness?" Telemon says with an evil grin. He loosens his grip, just enough for the samurai to breath. The asamurai takes a few breathes, before speaking, "Ha...Ha....Telemachus."
The demon became enraged, his face twisting and contorting with rage. "That name is dead, as are you!!" With that, Telemon drove his sword into the samurai's stomach. The demon watched with hated glee as the samurai screamed out in pain. The burning of the blade was unlike anything he had ever felt before.
As Masamune grabbed the blade with his left hand, Telemon drove it in deeper. He took pleasure in the torture he now caused to the weakened samurai. "For all your bravado, you will die like everyone else. I hope you know that your death will be meaningless," Telemon sneered. Masamune glared at the demon, his faced wracked by the pain of his shattered body. He looked deep into Telemon's eyes' before speaking. "We shall see.."
With that, the area around his hand on the blade was covered in ice. With a sharp tiws, the blade snapped. From his sleeve on his right a piece of the broken katana dropped into his right hand. He slashed the demons arm, forcing Telemon to release the samurai. Masamune landed on his feet, pulling out the blade from his stomach, the searing, burning pain clear on his face as he did so. Telemon threw a kick at the samurai. MAsamune sidestepped, just missing the large foot. He rushed in and drove the two broken blades in Telemon. The two blades touched within the demons body, and with their contact, Masamune was blown away from the demon by a massive explosion.
After a few moments Masamune stood up, covering his wound with his left hand. He stood up slowly, looking at the smoke. Praying to the Fortunes that somthing of consequence had been done. As the smoke cleared, Telemon stood there, but no long in his empowered form from consuming Muramasa. He seemed mostly unharmed, but his body was clearly weakened, his breath heavy as he was doubled over in exhaustion. Masamune smiled that Telemon was "normal" once again.
Telemon looked at his hands in horror. The realization that his new gifts were gone striking deep within him. "Why, how can this be!!" Telemon took a few pained steps toward the samurai. "Why is it, that no matter what I do, you mortals seem to always stand in my way!?!. Before answering, Masamune closed his eyes.
Two days ago
The final part of the vision revealed itself. In it, the black flame was no more, the red flame had returned. The white flame remain, towering over the red flame. In a bright flash, the white flame disappeared replaced by two silver flames, and a handul of smaller white flames.
The vision end with Masamune opened his eyes to the words of Akururi, "Tatsamura-dono, I have returned with grave news."
Present
Masamune looked up at Telemon, his eyes clear. "You could never understand what it was that drives mortals could you. The lack of understanding of those that will do what they must to stand for what they believe. Our long lives tend to cause us not to understand that in their short lives, humans are driven to surpass those before them in ways that an immortal could never understand. That will translates to defending what is right, at all cost."
Masamune looks down at his right hand, as a violet flame bust from it.
"And if dying as a mortal means protecting this world from you and your demonic masters. Then I gladly except that fate."
The winds suddenly pick up heavily. All of the fallen snow and ice begin to swirl around the two. Telemon looks around in fear. "What are you doing!?!" Masamune gains a small grin on his face. You ever wonder how my ice bomb works? The Ice is simply a casing. The real force behind the attack, is my own life energy. I tend to use very little, but it causes quite the damage."
Telemon's eyes grow large as he looks at the purple flame resting in Masamune's right hand. "Since you seem to get the hint, think about what would happen if I poured all my life force into one."
"Stop it, if you do this, you will kill yourself," Telemon screams out in fear.
"So, your true fear is revealed. You fear dying, and all that empies. Well, then know this. That no matter what happens now, by the end of this day, we will both be dead, but only one of us dies with honor, Telemachus"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," screams Telemon in a final protest as Masamune simply smiles at him. The swirling ice and snow collapse on the two, holding for only a moment as the giant ice ball explodes, rocking the entire area. The nearby city shakes with part of it's outer wall being destroyed. Part of the nearby forest is leveled by the blast as well.
After the smoke clears, several large chunks of ice are embeded into the ground. Telemon finds himself planted into the wall of the city. In the center of the now cratered blast point, Masamune is nowhere to be seen.
Back with Olore, the ice scepter glows brightly for a few moments, before the light fades.
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Post by Sir Storm Brightblade on Aug 15, 2010 13:35:04 GMT -5
Storm watches the gate for any sign of movement. He sees that the orcs at the gate have let Zigler through without question and that has been the last of the movement. It has nearly been 2 hours since he went in and Storm for the most part has become worried about the two of them.
'Patience...'
He could nearly hear Tatsamura say that in his head.
Hoping he was alright he said a small prayer to Paladine to watch over him. Just as he finished his prayer there was an shock wave that knocked Storm and Tsukasa over. He got up he looked to see part of the wall on the far left had crumbled. His concern grew immensely because that could only mean powerful energy was being released and he didn't know whether that was a good or a bad thing.
Just before suddenly riding in that direction to see what happened he saw Olore and Zigler run out of the gate and towards them. There also appeared to be a third person with them, riding Olore, which could only mean one thing.
"Oselle!" Storm shouted.
He pulled his shield off the horse and raised it above his head, fearing archers would see the prisoner escaping. He ran as fast as he could to meet them.
Just as he was about to meet them orcs on the wall started firing arrows realizing that Telamon's prey was out. He ran even faster and met them right as the arrows were hitting the ground. He took the rear guard to try and block was arrows he could and just kept running with them. Finally reaching the forest line he pulled Elestirne off Olore and hugged her tight as he could.
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Post by Lady Elestirne on Aug 17, 2010 0:38:02 GMT -5
Elestirne kept a careful watch for Olore, not sure why he had disappeared like that. At the same time, she darted the occasional, wary glance to the gate; wondering how they were to get out without being challenged. The cloak may hide her well but even the orcs would be able to tell that she was too tall and thin, and they had to have been told about Telamon's elven prisoner. If they saw her ears, or noticed the distinctive rings of burned skin the chains had left...
Suddenly, a powerful shock wave ripped through the area from out of nowhere,sending the battered elf to her knees and knocking the orcs at the gate over. As she was painfully regaining her feet, she saw part of one wall crumble. A chill crept up her spine. It felt like powerful magic had been released-or unleased,she corrected herself. That could only mean the battle had ended. But who had won? Foreboding crept over her heart. Somehow, she did not think it had been Tatsumura.
Just then, she noticed Olore and the strange half-dwarven innkeeper of Mittelmarch heading for her. Olore reached her first, gave a brief,private explanation about Zigler, and knelt to allow her to mount. Realizing that her injured wrists made it difficult, he twisted his head around to boost her into the saddle with his muzzle.
Launching into a gallop, they bowled over the few orcs that had managed to scramble to their feet enough to block the way, and burst through the gate out into the open. Archers from above immedietely started to rain arrows down on them, for the hood of the rough cloak had fallen back to reveal Elestirne's pointed ears and other elven features clearly. She heard a voice she recognized as Storm's shout and was vaguely aware of him running out to meet them. No sooner had Olore reached the tree line and slowed to a stop, than did he pull her off the silver stallion and into a crushing hug.
Her already pale face went still paler and she cried out briefly as sharp pain flared through her injured side and wrists. As Storm released her,she shrugged the heavy cloak off. Wincing profoundly,she put one hand to her side;cradling the more seriously injured one protectively to her chest. A little unsteady and weak still,she swayed faintly as she looked at the three men with shadowed silver eyes.
Looking at her the others could see that she was thin, ragged,and weary;her clothes in tatters and her feet bare. The skin around both wrists were chafed raw and bore angry red burns in the distinctive markings of chains. Her fair face too,showed several nicks and cuts. She seemed both confused, as well as faintly worried otr troubled about something.
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Post by telemachus on Aug 17, 2010 7:10:28 GMT -5
His mask was gone only the torn lower part of his robe covered him. His hair black as the night, his skin grey like stone, and cracks of amber light riddled his body. Some of the wounds seeped hot glowing blood. He stood at the top of the spire looking at the empty shackles. His red eyes furious with anger as he came to the realization that he has been betrayed.
“BANITH!”
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Post by Banith on Aug 17, 2010 11:48:55 GMT -5
The force of the attack between the samurai and Telemon was taking its toll upon the city of Moruliima. Explosions. Flashes. Tremors. Then it was all quiet.
If Telemon has survived it, soon he would come looking for the elf and even him. There was no where to run, because Telemon would find the scepter. Banith couldn't just leave the scepter there, its power would increase Telemon's power.
He sat down on the throne of the former Jovian Empire and gripped the scepter. He ordered his men to vacate the room.
Then came the scream from atop the spire, the rage could be heard as his name was shouted from Telemon. Soon he would answer for letting the elf go, soon he would have to face the truth. He had released the elf and she had ran, maybe to gain strength but she had ran.
He felt him, moving, coming toward him and the scepter started to vibrate. Banith sat back in the throne and waited. His left hand still gripping the scepter, he gripped his sword in his right.
"It's about to get real messy, Telemon," he whispered.
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Post by ziglerrobertson on Aug 17, 2010 12:31:54 GMT -5
Meanwhile outside the city walls the small group of would be rescuers gathers around Elestirne, taking in her pathetic appearance and injuries. Aki makes moves to aid the wounded elf when Zigler, being the practical one, and hungry, reaches into a pouch and extracts the elven food the rest of the group had been so concerned about bringing earlier. Taking a small piece of the bread for himself the dwarf tosses the rest to Aki, who catches it mid air and simply stares at it.
Zigler settles to the ground, back supported by a tree, after being exhausted from the long run. He begins to munch idly on the small piece of bread when Telamon's scream reaches the party. Zigler looks towards the city and then doubles over in agony as Telamon's anger floods through their 'link'. An anger so black mortal men do not have a word for it crashes through Zigler's mind as though it were a tidal wave. Zigler's own screams join Telamon's as the demon dwarf grabs his head and falls sideways onto the ground, writhing in pain.
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Post by telemachus on Aug 18, 2010 7:11:33 GMT -5
"Where is she!?" roared from Telamon as he charged into the thrown room.
Fire seemed pulse from the cracks in his skin as he breathed.
A calm deep voice from Banith, "I freed her."
"You freed her?! How dare you! You pathetic, mindless, stupid little piece of..."
No words were heard as Isg'bel's scepter used the anger swelling in Banith to create a blast of fire that soared into Telamon. The blast sent him through the wall of the spire and out into the city. His body crashed into one of the buildings.
Banith was surprised how the scepter reacted to his emotion. Such raw energy. He stepped to the opening and saw the wolf/dragon form of Telamon crush the building around him as he began to flap his wings and ascend. Banith walked back into the thrown room. Telamon flew up to the hole.
Suddenly Banith was leaping out of the hole in the side of the spire. Gasps where heard below. With scepter in one hand and sword in the other he wrapped his arms around the neck of the beast. He began to slash at his back.
Telamon bucked and fire erupted from his mouth and Banith was hurled and landed on the roof of a building. Shingles flew and wood cracked as the large orc hit.
As Telamon flew down he changed to his human form with a sword coming down at Banith. Swords rang as he blocked the blow. Then began the fight of fire and steel. Fire flew everywhere igniting this and that.
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