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Post by Tristan Aleona on Aug 3, 2009 21:46:05 GMT -8
The youth and his wolf got up and took a deep breath. It had not been a restful night... but who could sleep with the end of the world at their doorsteps. The interruption forced Hiro to shrug off the vague explanation from Alex, between this dream of hers and whatever bargain she had forged with Drendil he was beginning to worry. Still he would have to worry about Drendil later. First came the demons. " I think we have much to discuss when this war ends... if we survive," spoke Tempest to Alex plucking thoughts from Hiro's head as the two made their way to the hall.
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Post by hawkeye on Aug 4, 2009 0:55:30 GMT -8
Alexandra hung close to Hiro. She felt a lot better than last time they had walked down this hall, but it wouldn't hurt her to be close to something steady.
"I think we have much to discuss when this war ends... if we survive." Tempest spoke.
The priestess sighed, long and deep. The pair were probably wondering about her insurance to Drendil. To be honest, she'd been thinking about it too. "Your answers may come sooner than that..." They entered the Great Hall where the great leader sat, clearly tired. She stopped where they had sat the night previous. The chairs that had been brought were no longer there, so Alexandra stood, silent and expectant. She hoped nothing had happened to her fans or her sword, and wondered what the binding would look like. Hopefully Hiro wouldn't fight it when he figured out what she would have to do.
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Post by Tristan Aleona on Aug 6, 2009 12:57:05 GMT -8
The wolf and his friend entered the throne room, the nearby guards eyed him with distrust. Fair enough, considering the circumstances.
Still, the tension in the air was more than just the distrust between to the sides, but also the demonic onslaught that waited for them.
"We are ready," spoke Hiro as he entered the room, "Although I think we would fair better if Alex and I had our weapons back."
Whether Drendil was already waiting for him or the guards were the only ones their didn't matter. He wanted his sword back as soon as possible.
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Post by fenrir on Aug 6, 2009 12:59:44 GMT -8
Fen had been sitting in the room for a long time, he may have slept at some point but didn't recall.
When he saw Hiro entered he figured that the elf girl would follow, which was good. He had something very important to tell her.
The boy excitedly ran towards the girl and stopped just short of her, "Point eared pretty girl!!!!!!! I have something to tell you! I can't let you face the demons without knowing it!!"
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Post by hawkeye on Aug 6, 2009 19:39:33 GMT -8
Alexandra glanced over at Hiro with an eyebrow raised, slightly amused that he seemed to be thinking the same thing about their status of arms. Before she could say or do anything of consequence, the man-child barreled towards her. The elven woman put a foot back, expecting a collision. her hands went up in defense, but he stopped, so only the tips of her fingers touched his forehead and her palm on his arm.
"Point eared pretty girl!!!!!!! I have something to tell you! I can't let you face the demons without knowing it!!"
She relaxed a little, though in the back of her mind something tugged. Something wasn't quite right about this child. But then again, this place was full of surprises. She brushed his hair out of his eyes.
"What do you need to tell me?"
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Post by Dogrim Bloodaxe on Aug 7, 2009 22:50:33 GMT -8
Wearily Drendil rose to his feet, his hand clasped firmly on the pomel of his blade. Ignoring the conversation going on before him he walked across the room, answering Hiro as he moved. "Your weapons will be made available to you both as you leave the room chamber." As Drendil moved past Alex he passed her a small gem sized necklace. Without commenting he moved through the big doors that had been opened by the guard. "We are leaving now," he finished, his deep voice reverberating through the chamber. Sliding his helmet on Drendil walked down the steps toward his new unit. His dark form towering over everything around him. Despite his dark presence, the people of the Necro city were somewhat calmed by his presence. Among them walked a force that would not be beaten or broken, if nothing else, this demonic invasion had cemented their allegiance to him. After this, there would be no dispute to his rule. "Meet me at the entrance to the cave, you shall command the main force. We are pushing these bugs out of my city," he whispered into Incognito's mind. Moving with intent Drendil made his way to the battered barrier, it was clear it would not have lasted much longer. Behind him in three columns stood his newly formed unit, their fearsome face guards matching those of their foes. Drawing his sword, allowing it to shift into its true from Drendil held it up into the air. "Now people of the Necro City. Now we shall push these bastards from our home!" A mighty roar echoed through the city as the populace flooded the streets forming ranks to charge in behind Drendil. "On my command, drop the barrier!" he yelled. A few seconds went by, then a few more, the silence on the cavern chilling. Drendil watched the Demons through the barrier who in turn looked back. A mask of hunger and hatred covered their faces. "Three," he started, gripping his sword tightly. "Two," the new force, gripped their twin blades, spells on their lips. "One," the city braced itself. The whole city was silent, the Demons had stopped moving. "NOW!" he yelled, as he started to charge. The barrier fell away, and the two forces charged at one another. The Demons hurled themselves down the slope. Drendil and his new group charged, battle cry's on their lips. With a massive crash the two forces came together. Cry's of pain from both sides instantly filled the air as the foes hit one another. In the bottle neck that was the entrance to the city the new force, headed by Drendil himself, pushed against the Demons, superior skill and weaponry pushing the much larger Demonic horde back. In this passage, the numbers meant nothing.
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Post by Tristan Aleona on Aug 10, 2009 15:09:22 GMT -8
Hiro grabbed his sword and swiftly put it back on his belt where it rightfully belonged, enjoying the weight which he had missed so much.
He made his way to the gate as Alex stopped to talk to the odd boy who had been prowling the halls, paying little mind to it.
He stood, drawing his blade as his emerald eyes closed, ready to make the push to the Void. He breathed deep. Here little energy from the stars and sun could reach him, his armor was mostly for protection now, but he would soon be outside once again. The overcast limited his armor as well... but at this points beggers and choosers couldn't be the same people.
The silvery wolf stood by his side, ready for action, ready for his companion to fight and call upon him.
He was so focused he barely heard the Eternal's countdown, and then..
"NOW!!!"
All was chaos as the young man charged forth with his blade, moving quickly and helping to crush the ranks. His blade fell two demons before a third's claws managed to scrape his face as Hiro avoided being beheaded, his claw returned the favor sinking deep into it's side and ripping a chunk out.
As his claw ripped free in a crimson sparkle a dozen knives flew forward, glinting violently as they pierced through a rank of demons, avoiding the warriors of the Necro city.
The bloody push had begun, and nothing would stop them.
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Post by fenrir on Aug 10, 2009 15:15:38 GMT -8
The boy looked into the elf girl's eyes, trying to be delicate with his words, "You.... You have a little blood on you," he said grimly. He knew it had to be said, there was no way Alex's mother would be pleased with her making an appearance before any kind of lord, even that of the demons, while she was sullied with blood.
Fen's own mother would probably give him a sound beating if he had dared to try such a thing... If he had a mother.
Did he?
Again he felt the familiar feeling of confusion... Mother... He couldn't recall... he had never known that comfort... or had he?
He looked at the symbol of the end of the world, which was now growing on his hand. The same symbol which was being impeded by the demons.
Then it hit him.
As the barrier fell the boy ran forward with more rage than he had felt in the time he had been freed.
"You bastards!!!!" he yelled, "Where's my mommy?!"
The boy rushed past the Necro armies and grabbed the nearest demon, shaking it violently as it clawed his face, making the boy even angrier.
He headbutted it and the demonic skull was crushed.
His blades flew forward to kill more demons.
Clearly, they were responsible for him not having a mommy.
And without a mommy, who would be nice and give him his puppy?
They all had to die.
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Post by hawkeye on Aug 10, 2009 16:32:02 GMT -8
Alexandra tipped her head to one side, confused. She hadn't seen any blood on her when she glanced into one of the reflective surfaces along the wall. Drendil passed her the binding necklace and headed out as Alex looked on. She turned back to Fen to say something more.
"Ah... thank you?"
The boy ran off. Everything was so confusing. The symbol of Armageddon in his palm? Alexandra shook her head, then stared at the object in her own hands. It was pretty, for its magical purpose. The center gem looked as if it was being clutched by tiny silver dragon bone claws. The fine silver wiring looped itself and clasped in the back with a barrel binding. 'Appropriate... ' She smirked, grim, and put it to her throat. It just fit, weather by craftsmanship or by magic. The priestess turned to leave, picking up her weapons as she went. The familiar weight of her sword and the smoothness of her fans was almost nostalgic.
The army charged, the strange boy senselessly destroying, and the lord and shaman pushing forward toward the Void. She followed, the rush of air allowing her to take to the air and over step the uneven earth. The priestess twirled and danced through the crowd of warriors, downing demons and running her fingers over the injuries of her comrades as she passed. Soon she met the back of her companion, and danced with him. Her fingers brushed his face, wiping away blood and closing the wound.
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Post by Dogrim Bloodaxe on Aug 10, 2009 20:47:35 GMT -8
Drendil and his forces surged forward up through the passage way. Those immediately around him fought savagely, trying to keep pace with their Lord. Skillfully Drendil worked his sword and fire combination, not only keeping most of the demons at bay, but pushing them back, creating a spear tip of sorts for his forces. The fighting was harsh and cruel, the savagery of he and his men matching that off the twisted abominations before them. The demonic host before him was in chaos. It was this lack of organization that allowed them to make headway. Eventually Drendil and his forces made their way to the cave mouth were the fighting had originally begun. Breathing hard the Eternal barreled into the demons, using his weight and strength to shove the small creatures aside, and cutting down those that would not fall with his great sword. Drendil's cold blue eyes looked out from beneath his black helm, surveying the battle field. Even from the back of the cave, he could make out the faint shimmering of the portal to the void. That was their target. Suddenly a great beast, twice his size, smashed into Drendil, knocking him from his feat. The Eternal hit the ground hard, grunting as the air was forced out of him. His vision blurred and for a moment it was all he could do to keep the beast from ripping his head clean off. But eventually his training kicked in and he shook free the cobwebs that had clouded his mind. Looking upwards he saw what had hit him. It was a great monster of a Demon. With wicked claws and row upon row of thin needle like teeth. The massive monster's huge arms bulged as it bore down on him, it's filthy breath inches from his face. A gleam caught his eye, to his left, just out of reach was his great sword. The Eternal's massive fist smashed into the side of the monster's head, hoping to loosen it's grip. All it served to do was make the beast angrier. Suddenly it bit down on the arm he was using to keep it from mauling his face of. Sharp pain shot up his arm as the thousands of needle like teeth pierced his armor and went straight to the bone. Roaring out in pain adrenaline shot through him, and in a brief moment he was back on his feat, holding the now bewildered beast high above him, injured arm and all, and threw it as hard as he could into the stone wall. With a sickening crunch, which for a brief moment filled the cave, the beast was gone. Normal enemies would have been afraid of a man who had accomplished such a feet. But not the demon's. Instead all they did was take the chance to hurl themselves at him, both big and now small alike. With one arm shattered he sheathed his working arm in green fire and began hurling the demons that grabbed hold of him. He could feel each claw and tooth that pierced his armor, some stopped there, but others bit deep. Like an immovable rock he stood there, hurling the beasts from him, his green fire giving off an eerie glow. But then one leg buckled as a demon smashed into his knee. Once he was down on one knee, the surged over him like a dark howling wave. Within seconds he was blind, the writhing mass that was pulling at him covered him completely. The stench and weight bearing down on him, chocking him. Even Drendil's mighty strength was not enough to throw them off. In the back of his mind he could hear Dax roar in anger, unable to fit through the passage way with so many of Drendil's own men in there.
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Post by Tristan Aleona on Aug 11, 2009 12:45:11 GMT -8
Hiro felt Alex heal his face, shouting "Thanks!" above the din of battle.
Then he saw Drendil go down.
One demon charged towards him, its teeth bare as it tried to bite Hiro's left hand, which was thankfully protected by his claw. In retaliation he called back the the remaining 3 of his knives, which pierced through the beast and then joined with 6 more of his knives, burning bright as they exploded into the demonic ranks.
The horde seemed to have thickened around him, it appeared with Drendil's fall the momentum had slowed and as a result the ranks shifted just a little too much.
The emerald eyes of the young man closed and he felt a slow wind from outside, he gathered it and with a thrust of his palms sent a wind rushing through, blowing wind through the tunnel and sending the demons into a chaotic tumble while fueling the remaining flames from his knives. He rushed forward quickly and began to help Drendil fight off the demons that had surrounded him, cutting them down with careful strokes of his sword.
The young man offered his hand to his temporary Ally, the wind was wearing off and the fires died down as more demons began to rush through. It was clear that they would need to work together in order to push through.
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Post by fenrir on Aug 11, 2009 13:04:09 GMT -8
Fen was punching, slicing, kicking and headbutting his way through the ranks, procuring a few cuts and bruises in the process, but the boy felt little of it.
A bunch of mean demons decided to put a stop to his rampage and so they all got together and charged towards him, he fell and let out a loud wail as the demons closed in. Those with ears cringed and stopped for a moment, long enough for the boy's gray eyes to flash with fury as he sprung up and began ripping them to shreds with his shiny friends. He threw them both and spun around, creating a spinning bladde effect, as he hurled himself through the air and grabbed them again, slamming both his blades into the skull of a rather large demon.
He had trouble wedging them free as more demons came, so he turned and grabbed one of them by the neck, slaamming it into the ground, before shooting an arrow of psychic energy through the other.
Finally his blades were free, but another demon tackled him from behind. He tumbled but regained his footing in time to punch the demon in the face before grabbing it and smashing his skull in to it.
He stumbled back and tripped over a mass of armor which was surrounded by mangled demons.
"Drendil! I think we're almost out of here!" laughed the boy as he rolled in to the space between where Hiro was and where he used to be.
He looked up at Alex and decided that she smelled funny, but didn't mention it to her in order to be nice.
"Let's go I wanna go kill stuff!" yelled the boy.
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Post by hawkeye on Aug 11, 2009 18:10:16 GMT -8
Alexandra hung close to her shaman and wolf, dancing with and around them comfortably. They had a smooth tempo that felt good to move with. It was almost like being among her own people or the royal core again. Sweep, parry, thrust, retract, mind your foot work, move again. Adjust, mind your repeat. The pair pushed the demons along with Drendil's forces. They weren't as artistic, but in their own way, they flowed.
It wasn't clear to her who picked up on the problem first, but in either way, Drendil fell before them and was promptly dog piled on. Alexandra's vision flickered for a moment, her own life now tied to his. A gasp escaped her throat as a shadow of his pain settled on her. Hiro's air pressure blast cleared most of the demons, and she too assisted on setting ablaze what she could by drawing her own blade. Hiro took one side of Drendil, and Alex took the other, the side of his mangled arm. It would probably hurt him initially, but she took his hand in hers and held it close between the pair, running her free palm up it with a hard pressure. The torn ligaments and broken bone stitched itself back together, and then the pain ceased echoing in her.
She glanced back to where his dragon stood, anxious in his own way to be with his master. Poor thing. Maybe if he was smaller it'd be easier to bring him along... And Alex could make him smaller. Much smaller.
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Post by Dogrim Bloodaxe on Aug 11, 2009 20:57:47 GMT -8
Drendil grabbed Hiro's hand, pulling himself to his feet. The moment he was up he almost went back down and Alex healed his arm. Drendil stood there more a moment, grinding his teeth until the pain subsided. Catching the Girl's eye he nodded to her in thanks. Looking down at himself he took stock of his injuries. The Demon's had ripped most of his chest plate to shreds and although it had already begun to repair itself it would be a while before it was battle ready. All up and down his arms and legs were hundreds of little cuts a bruises from the demons. Shifting his weight he grunted as a sharp pain shot up his leg. Looking down he noticed a wide gash about mid thigh. Despite all of this, he was alive, the girl and Hiro had saved him, he would not forget this. His right hand man had not, and he would not forget that either. Limping along he moved to grab his sword, shrinking it down to a more manageable size for his condition. He could feel Dax fuming in the back of passage, the might Dragon was bellowing in fury, shaking the cave, causing a fine dust to trickle down over them. Drendil turned back to the battle at hand. While Hiro had managed to push them back, the demons were surging back into the cave with a new found furry. Sitting down gingerly he groaned as his wounded leg bore too much weight for a brief moment. Holding his weapon in his newly remade forearm he wiggled his fingers. It felt a little stiff, but that was a hell of a lot better than no arm at all. His breath coming in shallow gulps his mind worked furiously to come up with a new plan. He had originally thought to force their way out, but there were simply to many demons to do this with, and somehow they seemed stronger than the last time he had fought them. Leaning wearily on his sword he pushed himself to his feet, favoring his uninjured leg greatly. "Men!" he yelled out above the howl of the advancing demons. "On me!" As the Demons charged towards him his new deadly warriors stepped up around him and his companions forming a wall of shining blades and armor. With a great smash the Demons crashed into the wall. For a moment it looked like the line wouldn't hold, but after the initial impact the line solidified, keeping the demons at bay. Limping forward he sheathed his hand in green flame. This time he would not be taken down so easily. Moving purposely he threw himself at the demons with a savagery that sent them ducking out of the way. Using his blade as more of a crutch he lashed out with his green fire, smashing into demon after demon, burning them into nothing or hurling them back into the crowd. Slowly the Demons began to push down onto them. This time his men were ready. With a sudden rush a dozen of his men charged forward their magic adding to that of Drendil's. While their combined magic wasn't enough to break the enemy lines it did allow Drendil and his forces to slowly march forward. Within a few more minutes his armor would be remade and he could heal himself with that, until then he would need to rely on his allies. "Fen!" he roared out over the sound of the burning flames and the battle around him, "Clear us a path!" he finished, nodding off to just outside of the magic's destructive path. While he did not like relying on the strange child, he knew his powers the best, and a good leader did what he could with what he had.
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Post by hawkeye on Aug 12, 2009 1:36:28 GMT -8
((I think I may spend some points on HoT spells and making it so she doesn't have to touch you to channel healing...))
It must be a male thing. Alexandra sighed, aggravated. It wasn't helpful if he ran off before she could finish healing him. The gash in his leg he could die from if it didn't get tended to. She drew her fans again, sword sheathed, and kept close to the injured Eternal. Her dance behind him allowed her to brush him occasionally, touching up lesser wounds. Drendil paused a moment to call out to the child.
"Fen! Clear us a path!"
Alexandra took this chance to press up behind him and grabbed his thigh, closing the wound with a burst of magic. "You make my job difficult..." She whispered in his ear. Then she was apart from him, taking to the air on the changing flows of the space.
The Void stood beyond them, almost calling. Their goal awaited. A part of her bemoaned the initial failure. The necklace clinging to her neck would not be there, people wouldn't have to die, and she wouldn't have to be here. Regret and thought distracted her plenty enough for a couple of flying demons to pass around the path of destruction to slam into her. They plummeted to the ground. Drendil's spell casters could do nothing for her if they wanted to not harm the priestess. Those who fought by sword would have to help. Alexandra cried out on impact of the earth, calling the attention of some of the surrounding warriors. One slew the demon who had her pinned, and another blasted away the two others who were scrambling to get up and get their own piece. She moaned quietly, turning her head to and fro slowly, trying to clear the haze in her mind. Blood trickled from the new claw marks running from her cheek to the necklace and a second down the length of one arm.
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