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Post by hawkeye on Aug 25, 2009 12:31:46 GMT -8
"You're not Alexandra bit her lip, worried. She didn't like the way this tap worked, and from what Arion had said, this could hurt. But then again, slamming into walls wasn't the worst thing.
"Something doesn't feel right... There must be a key or a pattern to it..." Hiro's voice echoed strangely. The magic permeated the room.
She took a hesitant step forward, then another. Nothing happened. Another step. Nothing. Another step. Nothing. One more step. With a quiet rustle, she was across the the room. Alexandra stopped dead in her tracks. It was weird to teleport by someone else's power. She stepped up off the ground, holding herself a couple of inches from the floor, and stepped again. Being off the floor didn't help her. She found a wall very quickly.
"Mmph!" She mumbled, bouncing against the stone wall.
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Post by arioncasea on Aug 27, 2009 13:58:07 GMT -8
Arion slowly made his way deeper and deeper into the labyrinth, his steps heavy but quiet. Every mistake made, he took steps backwards. Every notch made, he watched for. It was only a matter of time until he found his way to the back.
And that he did. He had walked for another hour, going ahead of and leaving behind his allies. Time could not be wasted... even if it meant his end.
After wandering for a while, still focused on the mission at hand, he finally made it to a rather large antechamber which opened up into a large room, with pedestals of great artifacts... armors, weapons, tomes, scrolls, jewels, trapped souls...
He held his breath as he entered the room. The book was in here, at the far end, but it looked tightly secured. Many chains bound it, and it was sure to have traps around it.
He took steps forward, and turned around. This room didn't seem to be as trapped as everything before it. But he felt something watching him... a familiar pair of eyes.
"Show yourself!", he growled out.
He waited, patiently, for the creature, or being, or whatever it was... he waited for his battle.
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Post by Dogrim Bloodaxe on Sept 5, 2009 21:28:44 GMT -8
Drendil moved quiestly through another or the many dark hallways. Drips of blood slipped from the edge of his blade, each drop reverberating through the halls as loudly and a rampaging Dragon. At least that was how it felt to the Eternal. The entire castle tingled with magic, a faint brush was all he could feel but it was enough to put him on edge. Demon corpses littered the hallways he had traversed, each foe being easily dispatched with masterful display of swordsmanship. While aware that something was going on, guided by a nagging tingle in the back of his mind, he was not aware of just how close to the book Arion was. Pushing on he listened to the sounds of the blood dripping on the stone floors mingling with the sounds of his heavy footsteps. Drendil could feel it, he was getting closer to the book.
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Post by Tristan Aleona on Sept 7, 2009 9:44:37 GMT -8
Hiro and Tempest's pace became vigorous, all senses focused on the labyrinth, trying to keep track of his allies as well as his direction. He felt like he was hunting, he never broke pace, throwing knife after knife to scout for walls and avoiding his friends until finally he found himself next to Arion.
Something definitely felt wrong, the book perhaps? Or maybe something else. The Warlock? Or much worse Sirigoth himself.
He cast a sharp look to Arion, and drew his sword.
Hiro's eyes, now golden stayed steady and waiting. Perhaps it would be best to grab the book and run before anyone showed up.
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Post by fenrir on Sept 7, 2009 9:52:08 GMT -8
The boys shaggy head bobbed as he walked, the chains on his blade clanking and combining with a tune in his head.
In front of him was Drendil, who seemed focused on walking around.
A knife weaved past him and Drendil, before shattering against an invisible wall, giving Fen an idea or sorts.
"Go go magic blades!" shouted the boy as his reavers shot out and began flying down the halls.
He continued this way, letting hsi blades carry him from corridor to corridor like sleigh dogs.
"This way Drendil!!" shouted the boy, stopping to wait for his armored friend. Clearly this streak of resourcefulness would get him a puppy.
(OOC: Edit: Whoo, almost didn't mention a puppy in my post. THAT would have been TERRIBLE. It's ok guys, crisis averted, we shall all live another day for Ragnarok is not yet at hand. But soon my friends, soon, THE EPIC HEROES SHALL RISE AND PUT AN END TO EVIL STUFF!... you're all kinds of inspired now huh? Point is.... I want a friggin puppy.)
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Post by hawkeye on Sept 8, 2009 10:32:11 GMT -8
The boys had disappeared from her sight, but she could hear Fen's yelling down the hall from which she had come. She sighed, twisting her fans in her hands. The priestess got back up and started walking again. Plenty of walls stood before and around her. Alexandra kept moving.
Then Arion and Hiro stood before her, staring into a room full of sparkling treasures. If they weren't so focused on the task at hand, she might have been distracted by them, meandering about to look at the things that shone and things that held the historys of the land. But the book... It stood before them. Arion seemed to be aware of another presence, though Alexandra felt nothing.
'Alexandra...'
The book called to her. The whispers of the forest of Forlyn muttered in her head. She shivered and touched Hiro's arm.
'You've come so far, little priestess...'
'You abandoned Aylin...'
She shook her head, a vain attempt to clear the voices in her head. The magic was as sharp as static in the air. "No..."
'You're all going to die here~'
'You can't kill us, you can't kill us~'
Multiple voices echoed, some repetitive, others muttering incoherently.
"Van... Ira... help me..." She whispered, gripping her fans. "We will succeed..."
'If you think you can destroy us, why not come and try?' A single voice dared her. The voices lowered to a dull hum, and just the raw emotion rolled over her. She felt sick, but pulled towards the book.
Alexandra stepped past Arion, muttering the prayer and swaying as she moved to invoke her spell. Then she dropped a plain, turning invisible to the other two boys. Magic rolled over her as she released the spell, changing her dress and wings blossomed from her shoulder blades. The book stood before her, sepia toned in this existence. It seemed to shiver as she approached, anxious. The hum in her mind wavered, but grew louder. She grew the sword at her back, and realized her hands were slick with sweat. Alexandra laughed at herself, a little lost in her haze. A quick swipe around the pedestal caused the chains to shatter. Smaller chains bound the book shut still.
'You can't actually take me, you know.'
She shook her head, dropping her invisibilitPr
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Post by sirigoth on Sept 8, 2009 18:30:36 GMT -8
Things had moved far enough. Slipping silently into the room from one of several secret passages the Warlock watched the girls attempts to contain the book. Whispering words of magic he combined two of his most powerful magics. In his mind the Warlock conjured an image of the Demon Lord. He envisioned every detail and while still perfectly hidden by the shadows he cast his spell. From the hallway that the group had used to enter the room appeared the mighty Demon Lord in all of his power. This illusion was a complicated spell which was very delicately strung together. But after centuries of practice the Warlock had it down to an art form. Pooling together not only this illusion but filling the fake Demons Lord's voice with his own power of persuasion it created a very believable image. Wearing his might battle armor, blood stained for extra believability the Demon Lord walked into the room, his heavy footsteps echoing through the hall. Using the same magic that made the illusion he allowed himself to blend into his surroundings making him near invisible. While it was not so much that he simply could not be seen the power of the spell made it so that he was pushed from their focus, just out of reach of their site, even when looking directly at him. However casting such spells required a great amount of magic, and the Warlock could only hope that the true Lord of Demons would return soon. "How dare you, you pathetic whelps!" cried out the illusion, his deeps voice matching perfectly that of the real Demon Lord.
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Post by arioncasea on Sept 9, 2009 10:59:44 GMT -8
The cloaked figure watched grimly as the female elf passed him and shimmered out of his plane of existence. He stared forward until the female phased back into this plane, armor-clad and winged. She swung her blade at the chains that bound the book and they shattered. Yet, still, many more bound the tome in silent mockery, as if to pique an interest to come and open it.
Heavy, foreboding footsteps echoed through the hallway and Arion turned around, unsurprised. There before him stood the Lord of Demons, Sirigoth. However, he felt that this was not quite right.
This does not seem right. Why would he return so quickly? Surely he has not defeated Zephius, for I feel no sense of the destruction of that force such as I did with Aylin...
In his mind, he compared his experience with Aylin and her Light side. He thought that there was no way the Demon Lord would return and leave Zephius to decimate his forces. He deduced that this was a trickery of some sort - undoubtedly by the man he had attacked earlier as per Hiro's plan. But it would stall them, none-the-less, so it was a problem that had to be taken care of.
Burning red eyes stared upwards at the Demon Lord and it felt as time stood still. Then suddenly, the cloak flew upwards and off of the man.
A rough voice growled out, "Hiro, take care of Alex. Tempest, can you sniff out another presence in this room? Find it, if you can!" he barked out the order and raised his scythe-like halberd above his head, spinning it wildly and getting into a low battle stance.
He stood against the Demon Lord himself, knowing that the other two could handle the book and find the Warlock.
That's strange, the armored one hasn't come yet... he thought to himself. He'll be backup, no doubt.
He readied himself and waiting on the Demon Lord to strike, spinning his halberd as a steel defense.
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Post by hawkeye on Sept 9, 2009 15:24:00 GMT -8
"Yes, I can..."
Alexandra heard nothing, unaware of the potential threat from the Shadow Sirigoth and even less aware of Arion and his battle intent. She was too busy in her own mental warfare with the book.
The priestess whimpered softly, her hands shaking from the effort.
'Nah nah nanah...'
Alexandra took her hood off, letting her long hair fall back down, then scooped up the book. She knew she couldn't touch it. The whispers were so strong as it was. Her ears rung.
'You still can't kill us here.'
"You're right... Not here." She muttered. Then suddenly there was silence. The hum in her head was gone. Now the priestess was very aware of what was going on around her, like a movie fast forwarded. She looked up at the fake Sirigoth with awe. He was taller than her by a good amount, and bigger. The blood just made him look even more intiimidating.
"But you couldn'tve won by now..." Alexandra muttered, agitated. She dropped plains again, turning invisible, and ran back to Hiro and Arion. Appearing again between the two men, the priestess stood defensively, her sword stowed and a fan out, the other arm clinging to the covered book.
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Post by arioncasea on Sept 9, 2009 17:22:34 GMT -8
The man settled his halberd, and stood resolute towards the Demon Lord. He heard the footsteps, and felt the presence, of the young elven woman behind him.
But he turned and let his blood red eyes meet with hers.
"No!", he roared out. "Take the book and run, should we fall here, Ira is doomed forever. I will stand against him...alone. Hiro and you can take care of the book together!"
His body pulsed and his red eyes shone brighter. He returned to the time when he spoke with the shade of the Luvaran. His tendency for going it alone was well-known, and he recalled the words the magic user had spoken to him.
But they were words wasted. Arion finally let his humanity fall, and allowed for Razgriz to ascend to the surface.
His dark countenance demanded respect and admiration. He stood there, headstrong, holding his halberd pointed at the Demon Lord.
"You should have disappeared...long ago..." growled out that malice-filled voice.
He turned to let his serpentine eyes barely meet the others gaze.
"Go now... and do not turn back. Run, run so that your world may be saved. Run, before my darkness falls upon you all." he growled.
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Post by sirigoth on Sept 12, 2009 10:13:21 GMT -8
The fake Demon Lord laughed deeply as would have the real Sirigoth at this threat from such a weak being. "You are nothing but a speck compared to me, you'll need your friends if you hope to live," laughed the Lord of Demons. From one of the many shadows of the room the Warlock watched events unfold before him. It was a simple task, and already his ploy had succeed for as the foolish Dragon boy spoke, the true lord of the realm was coming through a portal. Not far away from the castle Sirigoth entered the Void, his furry vast and unyielding. He would crush these pathetic bugs. The Demon Lord would return to deal with Zephius soon enough. It just be a matter of time, all this foolish attempt to steal from him would accomplish was their own demise. Holding his bloodied sword in one hand, and his shield in the other the Master of Demons took flight. The Demon Lord would be back within a matter of moments. Minutes at most would be all the band of thieves had before their lives were snuffed out forever.
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Post by hawkeye on Sept 13, 2009 1:48:43 GMT -8
"Dragon boy..." She whispered, mournful. It was suicidal, but he apparently knew and didn't care. He had even gone so far as submitted to his darker half. She had saved him once before; maybe this was the purpose he had been saved for. But the idea of letting him end his life seemed so... foreign. It warred in her mind.
"You are nothing but a speck compared to me, you'll need your friends if you hope to live," laughed the Lord of Demons. His laugh echoed in her head.
She bit her lip and turned away, not even looking to Hiro to look for his reaction. He could stay and fend off the Lord or he could help protect her, though she believed she could make away alive. After all, a God's messenger child was built to get to their destination.
Alexandra ran back out the way they came, this time staying in the same plain, but choosing to bend the light around her, rendering the elven girl invisible.
Fen whizzed by her, sitting on some sort of flying blade. Drendil followed behind him, though in a significantly slower pace. Alexandra slowed but did not stop, speaking as she let the light magic go.
"Sirigoth is where the book was. I have the book; Arion's gonna fend him off until we destroy it at the Keep- we have to get going!" She held up the bundle in her arms, but continued running past him. The light shifted around her again, and she was gone, once again moving at break neck speed. Drendil would decide what was best for him.
The priestess moved through the traps easily, having already passed through the space so little time before. It wasn't long until she had been let into the open air of the Void, free of the Keep.
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Post by arioncasea on Sept 13, 2009 16:54:29 GMT -8
Razgriz smirked slightly as the elven girl dashed out of the room with the book. He had waited patiently against the surface of Arion's humanity, hungrily expecting his battle. His blood red eyes shone brilliantly, and he stared straight into the eyes of the Demon Lord.
He stooped down low, and put himself in a sprinting position... then he took off with his cloak in hand.
"Death from above!" yelled the maniacal voice of Razgriz, and he threw his cloak up into the air at the Demon Lord's face.
He pumped his legs and his now-extended wings as hard as he could and ran between the legs of the huge being and spun his halberd to try and slice the ankles and the back of the legs. He thought to himself quickly...
That distraction should have been enough... I wonder if the tribal boy will make it... he growled out in his mind. Razgriz knew better than to fight confined in the space of his enemy. He ran headlong through the castle, retracing all of his steps and avoiding the illusions and the traps, thanks to their idea of notching the path into the tiles and walls.
He saw two ahead of him, and let his serpentine eyes meet with both of them as he ran by without saying a word.
As soon as he got to the courtyard and was finally out in the open, he stopped and took a deep breath. The air was filled with evil and malice.. and he loved it. He didn't see the elven girl, so he assumed she made it out. Now he waited, again, out in the open courtyard for his enemy.
"Whatever will be, will be..." growled out his low, guttural voice. He slammed his halberd into the ground and grinned wickedly. It was finally time now... but how many would get in his way?
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Post by Tristan Aleona on Sept 13, 2009 21:20:21 GMT -8
Hiro and Tempest's sense of smell was out of control as they ran out of the Castle.
The demon lord was both in front and behind... surely one was a fake, and as he saw Arion rush past he knew which one. There was no way Arion would be able to survive an encounter with Sirigoth alone.
He sped up, following the dragon man, his sword drawn headed straight towards the demon lord.
The maze was much quicker now that he knew the way, and soon he found himself outside, he knew it would be only a matter of time before Sirigoth came.
"The demon lord is coming," said Hiro and Tempest as they broadcast their thoughts to their allies, "He won't let us pass freely, it will take at more than one of us to hold him off... We volunteer ourself to be one of them. As soon as the escorts are clear, we shall try to escape Sirigoth... We may not make it, but thats fine, death is nothing new to us. Who else will stay and who will go?"
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Post by fenrir on Sept 13, 2009 21:25:09 GMT -8
Fen laughed slightly, death. This was nothing compared to what he would unleash upon the world one day. Still, he had to survive to that day. Besides he was having fun killing all the demons, "I'm going with the book," said the boy, maybe if he could prove himself capable of taking care of a book he would earn himself a puppy.
"Good luck Fluffy!" said the boy.
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