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Post by xaen on Sept 5, 2010 18:14:07 GMT 1
Atlymaer Draynzar laughed at Vyse’s frustrated sounding barrage of questions. “Well I apologize for the rude awaking, my name as I have said before is Atlymaer Draynzar,” He told the weak looking lord who clung to the side of his desk. “If you wondering why you were brought back so soon. It was because I gave you a healing potion,” Atlymaer explained as he approached the pale and slightly shaking Vyse. “As for trusting me, I hope we could become good friends,” Once he finished his sentence, Atlymaer looking around the room looking for other people. Finding none, He wrapped an arm around Vyse and helped him rise to his feet. “I don’t normally start on this note with new friends, but I think it will help our trust issue. You see, I’m almost as old as time. I suffer from a similar curse as you do, but mine was self inflicted from delving into powerful magic,” Atlymaer said as he steadied Vyse on his feet. Vyse was making a fairly quick recovery, for he was already shuffling around trying to get his muscles working again. Finished talking for now, Atlymaer cast a quick spell and the four bloody corpses on the floor ignited. The funeral pyres lasted only a few seconds before dying down, leaving four piles of ash. A quick word and a snap of his finger, four urns appeared out of thin air and the ashes shoveled themselves into the urns. Satisfied with his work, Atlymaer muttered a prayer for the guards’ souls and picked up each urn and placed them onto Vyse’s desk reverently. Finished Atlymaer spoke again, “I truly hope you will accept my assistance.” He smiled to himself when he said, “Mostly because I’ve already been helping your most prominent soldiers. Kael, Katriana and Marya.” Atlymaer quietly waited for answer, but couldn’t contain himself he just had to talk to someone, “How do you feel?”
Sahtsienriel Creistvyen growled like a furious demon as he stormed into the barracks. All of the angels present cringed away from the furious Archangel, who stormed past without noticing them. Sin’s angry march brought him to his squadron’s private rooms, and all three angels were waiting for him concern on their faces. Faystriel the only female in the room was the first to voice her concern.
“Sin, what’s wrong you seem agitated? Can we do anything to help?” Faystriel asked as she pulled him into a fierce embrace. Sin visible relaxed as she hugged him and his angry breathing slowed.
Sin sighed and gentle pushed Faystriel away from him. He took a deep breath and muttered his thanks before preparing to explain what had upset him. “Men, the short version of my tale is that the council tore me a new one,” Sin said flatly, his comment made all three soldiers chuckle and the two other men, Jakyriel and Austriel, muttered something to each other and they laughed even louder. Sin smiled as Faystriel shot him her “Tell me more” look. He sighed once again. “The council has demanded that we leave immediately or else we will all be exiled.” Jakyriel swore, Austriel groan and Faystriel shrugged as if she had expected it. “As you know we have been tasked to apprehend heaven’s most powerful ally, the great historian himself,” They all nodded their understanding and rose to prepare for departure, but Sin stopped them with a raised hand. “The council says that we will not be allowed back here until, we either capture Atlymaer or kill him.” There were even more groans and curses, but they quickly quieted and waited to see if he more to say. He did. “I want to thank you all for your obedience and friendship,” Sin droned, it was his daily speech, but as usual his soldiers saluted and hugged him in turn. “Let’s go catch a historian!” They all shouted together and prepared to leave heaven. An hour later, the Sin squadron were standing on a mountain in Erumara.
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Post by Dracafrey on Sept 5, 2010 22:12:58 GMT 1
Kael shifting his shoulders as he stopped beside Katriana who was looking up the mountain side as she asked him if they should proceed. Smiling at her as he nodded slightly.
"Why not? The sun seems only to be just passed midway, even if we dont make it to the peak, we should atleast be able to find a suitable place to camp for the night." As he awaited a reply from her.
Vyse listened to the man speak introducing himself as Atlymaer Draynzar. Taken aback some as the man helped him stand, feeling uneasy with this man's help with a simple task which had not asked for. While listening to the Atlymaer's words as he seemed to enjoy talking, or even just someone to talk to. Taking in his words about how old he is and that he had cursed himself with immortality, and that Atlymaer give him a healing potion that sped up the process of his revival as he watched Atlymaer set a flame to the dead soldiers and place them in urns.
"I feel fine now, thanks. Im not used to reviving quicker then normal. But I guess we can use your assistance, if your offering it. But Im not sure if I like the idea that your providing help to certain recruits. I know those three are excelling, but it would be better for them without outside involvement." as Vyse stretched as his full strength had returned to him.
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Post by xaen on Sept 6, 2010 1:18:15 GMT 1
Atlymaer smiled and approached the full recovered lord. “I’m glad that you have accepted my assistance and in regard of those three consider my meddling done, for now.” Atlymaer politely asked for a room, and Vyse agreed. A group of guards guided him to his new chambers, and from there on Atlymaer quietly kept out of Vyse’s way as the day rolled on. Atlymaer wandered about the castle enjoying its beauty. When he was up on the parapets and the sun began to set, he stayed to watch the marvelous event. Then suddenly he staggered, and he clutched his head against the pain. The Council. It was their strongest attack yet and they had caught him of guard. Though the mental fight only lasted a heartbeat and as usual Atlymaer was the victor. This time was different; Atlymaer managed to break into the councils’ minds and gained some disturbing news. Sahtsienriel was here in Erumara searching for him. Fully recovered, Atlymaer sprinted back to his private room and slammed the door behind him. He tore around the room like a small hurricane. Atlymaer chanted and waved his frantically, enacting spell upon spell shielding himself from his angelic pursuers. Finished with his protections, Atlymaer settled down and flopped onto the comfortable straw mattress bed. He laid there for a few minutes before rising and summoned a ring from thin air. Placing the ring on his right index finger and summoned images of Sin to his mind. Soon enough the mental connection was made. “Hello, old friend,” Atlymaer greeted the air around him.
The air in the room seemed to sigh in irritation, when it asked, “Why did you have to disobey?” Atlymaer chuckled like a youngster playing a prank, making the air groan in frustration. “Atlymaer! Take me seriously!” The air demanded, but Atlymaer continued to laugh. “Grr! You know why I’m here don’t you?” Sahtsienriel’s angry voice growled trying to get through to the wizard.
Atlymaer sighed and answered seriously, “Yes, I know. But to the flaming hells with the Council. They are all corrupt bastards anyway! I’m surprised you still serve them!”
“Watch, what you say they might here you?” Sin said concernedly.
“Don’t worry, old friend. The Council can’t here a word of this conversation,” Atlymaer stated flatly. “Oh and please forget about thinking of asking me to surrender. It won’t happen. So come and get me,” Atlymaer teased the archangel that had been his best friend for eons. He cut the connection, since the Sin had nothing more to say besides very harsh language. Atlymaer went to sleep shortly after and he was sure Sin was many miles away in a camp with his men cursing his name, not that it mattered to him.
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Post by Culmir on Sept 6, 2010 15:30:48 GMT 1
Katriana shrugged slowly, an eye still on the mountain before them, it seemed like it had shrunk or something, last time she had witnessed the mountain it had seemed so much larger "I suppose you have a point" she started as she shielded her eyes with her hand, gazing up the peak of the mountain "the farther up we can get today the closer we are to being able to return to the castle, hopefully we'll get some training in defence this time, offence and traversing rough grounds are good too but defence would need to improve." she spoke more to herself than Kael. "don't be such a pessimist" the black haired version of Kat spoke to Katriana "You should use magic and hurry back, something is terribly amiss at the castle, someone who isn't supposed to be here is meddling with things that are beyond his control"Kat spoke to Katriana. Katriana turned her worried eyes to Kael "Kat says something is wrong at the castle, would you feel terrible if I relocated us? or rather have Kat relocate us as I don't completely understand the incantation" she admitted sheepishly. She stared at Kael expectantly as she fiddled with her tunic, in her mind the black haired version of herself was already beginning to sum all the ingredients she'd need and hoping she could find them in the forest else she'd have to conjure them and it drained her of energy more than she was willing to spare at the time.
Marya was making excellent time, she had found out that her pack was actually turning lighter the farther she got up the mountain and there were plenty of dead things around that she could conjure up to carry it for her at the times that she didn't want to anymore. She had already reached the summit, it had seemed that the mountain was really not that high as it seemed from a distance, this pleased Marya more than anything and she had begun her descent. Soon she would be surrounded by forest again and she could return to the castle, emerging as the first of the trainees to return. Knowing this revived her step and she actually released the horde of dead squirrels she had made carry her pack, as their small bodies returned to the ground from which they came she thanked them, sending their spirits back to the spirit realm and making sure none other would ever disturb these small creatures. Humming to herself Marya continued her trek down, nibbling absently on a piece of dried meat she had plucked from her pack.
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Post by Dracafrey on Sept 8, 2010 13:55:42 GMT 1
Kael stared at Katriana as she offered to use magic to get over the mountain, so they could get back sooner. Looking back up the mountain side and then back to Katriana.
"Thank you for the offer Katriana, but I must decline. If you have the urgency to, then I wont stop you and I'll see you back at the castle." giving her a soft smile waiting for her final answer before he made his way up the mountain side.
Vyse stood behind his desk in his study staring out the large window that towered over the training grounds. Wondering how all his recruits are faring, shaking his head bringing himself back to reality as he left his his study and walked the halls of the castle.
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Post by xaen on Sept 8, 2010 21:36:30 GMT 1
The portal from Heaven had placed the four angels on a mountain many, many, many miles from Atlymaer’s tower and Erumara Castle. Ironically, the mountain they appeared on was not so far away from the dragons den. Not that it mattered, for most of the dragons were gone and those who remained were busy guarding eggs. On the same day, the squadron reached Atlymaer’s tower. Finding it empty the squadron set up camp, later that evening Sahtsienriel was contacted and teased by his long time friend who they were hunting. On the second day the squadron had flown past the massive force of dragons that had inhabited the cave, with no aggression from the dragons. Dragons regardless of power, never wish to insight the wrath of Heaven upon themselves or their kind. It didn’t take long for the angels to outpace the dragons and fly almost all the way to Erumara Castle. Sin stopped his squadron in a forest that was still very far from the city and they were only a days flight away now.
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Post by Culmir on Sept 9, 2010 15:13:18 GMT 1
Katriana was slightly taken aback by Kaels reponse, he out of all people should know not to take messages of bad news lightly and the black haired version of Katriana had in earlier times saved her blonde vessel from harm by warning her, though at the time Katriana never fully understood how she knew about the impending doom. 'he's a fool if he doesn't take this seriously, leave him and let me transport us back, I have to talk to Vyse, sooner rather than later' Kat spoke to Katriana who still stared shocked at Kael who was slowly picking his way up the mountain slope. 'right' Katriana replied sadly, tearing her gaze from Kaels form 'I suppose you have a point, if it's really that important you speak to Vyse then you can transport us to the other side of the mountain, but no further, and only if you think it is really that life threatening' she mentally projected at Kat. Receiving the mental image of a sigh Katriana cringed slightly 'honestly you're like a lost puppy if you don't have company around aren't you, seriously, something is happening and it's rather important yes, is it life threatening? I don't know but I don't want to find out either' Kat snarled as she shoved Katriana aside, taking control of the body for a while 'shut up and let me do the driving for a while okay' she hissed as she made sure Katriana was for the moment incapable of regaining control. The transition should of been easier, but as Katriana had been forced to surrender control of her body it was a bit of a messy affair, hair changed black and swirled in the sun as the black pits of Kat's own eyes replaced the sparkling blues of Katriana. Turning her back on Kael Kat stalked a little bit out of way so that any of the other trainees wouldn't happen to stumble across her, though Vyse had taught them a lesson Kat wasn't willing to risk a face to face meeting with any of them who didn't think Vyse's arm could reach this far into the forest. She settled herself amidst a heavily shrubbed area, hidden from view, setting a circle around herself Kat began to chant softly, it would of been a simple matter of finding the nearest ley line and stepping into it had Katriana received proper training from Ti'ane when she was younger, with her limited experience Kat was now forced to take the much slower way of trans-location. The protective circle took on a blue hue before a small but audible pop sounded and Kat was instantly relocated to the other side of the mountain. Dropping the circle she kept Katriana from regaining control, though she struggled to be heard in the little prison cell Kat had hastily constructed in her mind. 'I'm sorry but this has to be done Katriana, you'll forgive me sometime' she thought at the blonde, who simply thrashed more in her silent cage. Shaking her head a little Kat set out towards the castle.
Marya couldn't believe her eyes, just as she made it down the mountain who was walking right there in front of her? Katriana! though she looked different, her hair was black as night and the air around her seemed to crackle with magic. Determined to be the first one back to the castle she slipped into the forest, finding a bit of a shortcut through the dense and murky swamp that blocked the fastest route back to the castle, but with her special gifts Marya was sure she could make it through relatively unharmed.
Rorchark had caught glimpses of the angels as they passed him and his race, the strange pigeon like creatures had always fascinated them what with their flying around and well resembling pigeons. As long as they didn't harm or interfere with his plans for the people of Erumara he was content and leaving them be for now, they were much like flies to humans, accepted as being around, but once annoying simply swatted down and murdered.
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Post by Dracafrey on Sept 9, 2010 20:50:03 GMT 1
Kael climbed the side of the mountain carefully making sure Katriana believed his progress would be slow up it. Turning back as he watched her cast her spell and vanished.
Shaking his head, "People dont listen, Vyse said no magic." As Kael returned climbing the mountain at greater speed now.
Kael jumped from ledge to ledge, never slowing as he approached the peak. pebbles falling back down the moutain as he stopped at the top to take in the few, as he then looked down at the forest below, smiling.
"I wonder what those two girls faces would look like if I was waiting at the castle when they arrived. Well I guess one way to find out." as he finished his sentence he jumped forward, herdling himself outwards down the steep slope of the mountain side. Landing with a thud as he starting sliding down the face of the mountain, his hair whipping in the wind as the forest rapidly became larger as he slid down the mountain. As he approached ever closer to the forest, "This is it, all or nothing.." As he leaped off with a powerful thrust and flew above the trees. Flying for only moments as his body began to fall into the trees of as he reached out and grabbed a vine and flinging himself forwards hoping that doesnt miss his next vine or he'd been in severe pain if not dead. The speed he had from freefall off the mountain caused his vine swinging to be a blurr, he barely caught glimpses of Marya and Katriana as he flung forward to the next vine. Seeing the trees lessen as the light began to poor in Kael grabbed his last vine and held it tight and longer as it flung him out and up above the trees. As he fell back down into one of the trees at the edge of the forest and landing steadily on a branch, breathing heavily.
"Wow that took a lot of energy out of me, phew, Im just glad I survived it though. Well anyways time to keep going." As he jumped down to the earth and made his back to the castle on the wide open fields around him.
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Post by xaen on Sept 10, 2010 3:04:11 GMT 1
Atlymaer wandered aimlessly through the castle, poking his nose into almost every room he walked past. Once he found the castle library, he became occupied for a couple hours looking into tomes upon tomes upon tomes of history and found nothing he didn‘t already know. He also found nothing on the mysterious magic sentience that he had seen earlier. Bored of books, Atlymaer‘s pointless stroll eventually brought him back to his chambers. He tried to sigh away his boredom, but that failed miserably. For the next hour and a half, the old yet young looking mage paced about his chambers thinking. He thought about eons past, about lost friends and loves, and defeat armies and foes. Soon his thoughts drifted to the events of here and now, and that gave him a great idea.
Atlymaer began to chant softly with his eyes closed. His words sounded almost like a war song of some long dead kingdom, and his voice rose steadily as he droned on. He began to sway and draw invisible patterns in the air before him with his hands, the chant reached a crescendo and Atlymaer began to quiet his chanting. His sing-chanting got so quiet that he seemed to be only mouthing words. As his body swayed and mouthed arcane words of power, Atlymaer‘s spirit left his body. Spirit-walking it was called by some, a very dangerous magic regardless of the casters skill. In his spirit form, Atlymaer flew swiftly out of the castle and into the town below. His ghostly prescience was hardly noticed by the common folk, if he was noticed those people disregarded him as a trick of light or whatever. He flew far and freely, towards the mountain where the soldiers sent to train. Atlymaer watched in mild amusement as he watched Kael swing on vines past Katriana and Myra. The old wizard continued on at his lightening fast pace searching for anything of import. It didn‘t take him long to find the angels camp in the woods, they actually weren‘t that far from where the three competitive soldiers were. He made sure to stay high above the angels to avoid being detected as he soared on past them. Despite his vigilance, Atlymaer sailed right past Rorchark and his kind not noticing them in the slightest. In less than five minutes, his spirit self stood in front of his tower amongst his blooming garden. Atlymaer zipped about inside of the tower gathering objects of power, and spell components.
Once he had everything, Atlymaer said the magic words that would return him to his body, “Sweet Bread!”. Then suddenly, his eyes snapped open and he stopped swaying. All the items he had gathered as a spirit materialized in his hands, which he dumped unceremoniously onto his bed. Atlymaer picked out two gold rings and a silver brooch crafted to look like a pair of wings with these items in hand. Atlymaer sought out Vyse, as he walked he quickly cast a spell mentally to scry Kyrris‘ location. Only to briefly see the angel elf talking to a man who could only be Dracafrey, and he saw the red haired Culmir talking with a dark elf. The drow leaped from his couch sputtering curses and arcane words at the same time. Atlymaer laughed as his spell failed because of the dark elf’s protect magic that shielded him and his friends from Atlymaer‘s scrying. Finished with his fun, Atlymaer returned to his chambers for the afternoon
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Post by Culmir on Sept 10, 2010 13:31:42 GMT 1
black eyes surveyed the area slowly, there was a ley line running right across the swamp and into the fields that separated the castle from the forest, absently Kat wondered if anyone had ever traversed the lines in Erumara, where she came from it was natural to use the lines as a means of transportation, especially when speed was of the issue. 'Oh be quiet' she snapped at Katriana, the blonde bashing around in the mental cage, screaming at the top of her lungs to let her back out and that Kat had better not dare to step into the lines with her body. 'It's not dangerous, I've done it loads of times before when you were unconscious so really nothing will happen, so zip it and let me concentrate' she snapped annoyed now. With this information Katriana just fought harder, screaming profanities at the black haired sentient being that shared her consciousness. Smirking Kat shook her head a little 'so much power, and so reluctant to use it, really, you're a pathetic excuse for a sorceress, thought witch would be a more appropriate name for you' Kat spat as she slammed a wall up before Katriana could voice her very colourful reply. Blinking Kat opened her second sight, the ley lines and magical creatures bursting into existence before her eyes, the lines hummed a welcome to her as she stepped into the nearest line, sending it a conscious thought about where she wanted to go. She wasn't at all surprised as she zinged past what had to be Marya, the necromancer was resourceful if not anything else, apparently she was drifting through the marsh on a raised pair of crocodiles, daring, but effective. Her next encounter was a bit of a shock, at first she thought it was a monkey but it soon became clear it was Kael who was swinging from vines in the tops of trees, he was making excellent time and even surpassing the speed of ley line travel. Kat mad a mental note not to underestimate the magically gifted archer and she chose to keep this little bit of information from Katriana, she'd love to see the look of shock on her face when Kael would be waiting for her at the castle. Stepping out of the line just outside the forest Kat dropped the second sight, the world returning to its natural colours and not hazed by the sheet of crimson ever after. Cracking her neck Katriana set out towards the castle once more, noticing Kael ahead of her in the distance.
Marya grinned it had taken a bit of lucrative necromancy but she had successfully made an island, consisting mostly of dead roots and decaying shrubs to act as a bit of a boat. Using a large pole she steered the raft like contraption through the small waterways that dominated the swamps. The reeking odour of fungus and slime permeated the air around her, making it hard to breathe through her nose, but Marya didn't want to risk swallowing nasty insects while breathing through her mouth so she simply tried to tough it out. It was by pure chance that she noticed the scaly hides of two alligators gliding through the water, she smirked, this would be the best way of travel she had used yet. Pulling a bit of powder from her pouch Marya drew a complex scheme on the ground, it was merely a precaution but she wanted to be sure nothing could go wrong. Sending tendrils of power leaking into the murky water Marya raised the dead vines rotting in the water, slipping and strangling around the two large creatures, choking them to death. Tapping the symbol with a spark of power she bound she predators to her will, they sidled closer to each other allowing Marya to step onto their scaled backs before they took off through the water, picking up speed as she rushed to the edge of the marsh.
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Post by xaen on Oct 2, 2010 18:45:14 GMT 1
Sin could not believe how calm and peaceful Erumara village was, especially with the threat of war hanging heavily in the air. Sin easily blended in with the crowd, for he had donned his human form; though he still had to hide his massive bird like wings under a cloak that hid his entire form. Sin had left his men back in their forest camp so that he could locate Atlymaer without drawing to much attention before hand. So far his search had yielded nothing, and Sahtsienriel was beginning to become irritated by this continued game of cat and mouse. He had been searching the village since early dawn and now it was moving on into high sun; the two dozen villagers he had spoken with claimed that they had never seen a man matching Atlymaer’s description, which mostly likely meant that he was in disguise or he avoided the village. To compensate for the possibility of a disguise, Sin cast a quick detection spell that would last for a couple hours allowing him to see through disguising magic or see auras of magic. Sahtsienriel currently wandered around market square, quickly shifting his piercing gaze from person to person in his endless search. An hour painfully rolled by so slow that Sin thought time had been reversed. Too annoyed to stay any longer, Sin was about to leave the market square when something flew from a roof to another on the opposite side of the street.
Kyrris hadn’t travelled by roof top in many months now, and it surprised him how much he missed doing it now that he was leaping from roof to roof. Kyrris circled around the market square, stopping from time to time to search the crowd for someone that might possibly know what Atlymaer Draynzar looked like or could be found. Finding no one of importance in the crowd from his current perch, Kyrris sprinted nimbly along the loose shingles to the gape between this building and the next; in a single great bound he cleared the five foot gape easily, and landed neatly on his feet. Kyrris smoothly walked to the highest point of the roof that over looked the crowd below; that’s when he noticed a black hooded figure watching him from the street, Kyrris squinted trying to see into the impossibly black hole where the person’s face should have been. Both of them silently stared at each other from the ground and roof tops for a good ten minutes before Kyrris began to feel uneasy under this man’s gaze. Kyrris turned as he rose from his perch preparing to jump, but stopped dead in his tracks when he was suddenly face to face with the hooded figure from below. The Assassin snapped his head back to where he knew the man was standing, but seeing nothing there he turned back to the hooded man who stood an arms length away on the roof.
“Who are you?” Kyrris asked with an impassive expression on his face as he slowly moved his hand to the hilt of his sword. The man was still silently watching him when Kyrris rested his hand on his rapier’s hilt; a thought struck him like a sword hilt. “Are you Atlymaer Draynzar?” the hooded figure stiffen at the question, Kyrris tensed and slightly drew his blade.
When Sin saw the Kaelyrian leaping from roof to roof, his curiosity was peaked because what he knew of Erumara the Kaelyrian were not a native race. From where he stood in the crowd, Sin could have sworn he saw a demonic aura emitting from the Angel elf; interested Sin had promptly flown up and onto the roof, once he was on the roof he was stunned into silence. The demonic aura he had seen was beyond anything he had thought it would be, the aura was also caused from exposure to dark magic. He hardly noticed Kyrris’ threatening actions or questions, until he heard the name of his quarry.
“What do you know of the Historian?! Who are you!? Whom do you serve?!” He thundered in his angelic voice making the angel elf cringe in pain, as he slowly drew his two-handed sword from its sheath on his back.
Kyrris’ ears were still ringing from the unnatural sounding voice, he took a step back and drew his rapier; he held it before him to hold the cloaked figure before at bay for the man had drawn an incredible looking two-handed sword made of a metal he had never seen before. The ringing finally died down enough that he could hear his opponent clearly as he repeated his questions.
“Who in the Nine Hells is the Historian? What the Hell are you?!” Kyrris shouted unintentionally as he tried to find a way around this strange being.
Sahtsienriel’s mind was whirling out of control as he tried to comprehend what the strange demonic aura was that swirled around the Kaelyrian, all he could think to do is hold the man at sword point and shout at him.
“Atlymaer’s the Historian, why are you looking for him!?! What I am, is of no concern to you! Who are you! Answer me or Die!!” The Kaelyrian bolted past him and jumped to the next roof, then the next before Sin even thought of pursuing. Sin quickly took wing and landed in front of the Angel elf. The roof jumper performed a lightening fast slashing routine with his rapier, Sin easily blocked the barrage with his larger blade.
“Answer me!” He screamed over the consistent clang of metal.
“My name is Kyrris Syul’Diel! I’m looking for Atlymaer because I’m being paid to!” He yelled back after they broke away from each other. He didn’t wait for the strange being to say anything, before grabbing hold of three rose-hilted throwing knives from their hidden sheaths and firing them at his mysterious foe. As he expected the cloaked man used his blade to deflect the small projectiles, leaving himself open to Kyrris’ rapier. Despite it being a surprise attack the cloaked man, managed to dodge the slashes but just barely; Kyrris’ attack had cut a massive chunk out of his foe’s cloak, revealing a massive white bird wing.
“By the Gods! An angel!!” Kyrris gasped as he sprinted away from his opponent, only to run right back into him; this time the angel was wearing a silver breastplate with similar boots and gauntlets. Kyrris knew that he would not win this fight, and decided to use a very dangerous thing in order to escape. Kyrris took several deep breaths preparing for what was to come. The angel slowly approached him, two-handed sword at the ready. When the Angel was ten feet way from him, Kyrris extended his empty left hand in the direction of the Angel and focused the celestial energy that ran in his blood. A four foot long bolt leaped from his finger tips into the angel, blasting the winged man twenty feet into the air. Kyrris sprinted like he had never had before until he reached his home, he quickly checked the area around him for the angel; much to his relief the angel was no where in sight. Dracafrey had to be warned.
Sahtsienriel’s entire body ached and twitched uncontrollable as he flew lopsidedly back to his camp. He let fear cloud his judgment, he now knew what that demonic aura belong to; something that should not exist anymore. Sin landed sloppily when he reached his camp, his men swarmed concernedly around him asking what had happened and if he was alright. Sin ignored their concerns, as he used his angelic magic to heal the damage the celestial bolt had caused. He sighed in relief as the healing sent a warm tingling feeling through his body, feeling better he explained what happened and told them his darkest fear.
“Lady and Gentlemen, I think there is an apocalypse knight in Erumara,” They all stared at him with horrified looks plastered to their faces.
“But that’s not possible, Heaven defeated Brona years ago and his apocalypse knights,” Jakyriel stated matter of factly to his companions. Faystriel and Austriel exchanged a fearful glance before saying in unison, “Are you certain?”.
“Let’s say your right, should we contact Heaven?” Jakyriel asked the world at large.
“I once fought an apocalypse knight, so I am very certain. So, yes we must tell Heaven. But not yet.”
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Post by Dracafrey on Oct 6, 2010 21:40:35 GMT 1
Kael made ground quickly across the open grass fields as he approached the castle. Shifting his pack some to readjust his gear for the final stretch to the castle ground to unload his gear. Several minutes passed has he entered the castle grounds where within seconds was greeted by several guards who welcomed him and congradulated him on his strenuous task. As they guided him over to several tables to take his gear, Kael removed his packs and handed the gaurds the equipment as he noticed another guard already ready to take him somewhere.
"So where am I going now? back toour chambers for the night?" as Kael looked questionly at the guards.
The Guards shook their heads and one replied, "No sir. You are heading to Lord Vyse's study so will be the next two that arrive after you." The guard look to the other one and nodded, "Take him to Lord Vyse."
Kael nodded in acknowledgement but wondered what was going on, why that himself and two others were being taken to Lord Vyse after their long training excersize. Shrugging it off as he followed the guard into the castle towards Lord Vyse's study.
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Post by Culmir on Oct 7, 2010 19:06:12 GMT 1
Katriana growled lowly at the black haired version of herself that had taken over her body without her agreeing to it, earning her a half hearted snort from her alter ego 'Seriously, get over it, you'll get control when I've told Vyse about what is going on' Kat snarled at Katriana who huffed indignantly. 'Sure and then next time something happens you can just simply take over again, without my permission and then you'll just do it anyway again! The whole point of this training was to do it without magic but noooo you think you're all high and mighty and think you know everything that is going on and apparently believe that the rules don't apply to you, well guess what Kat, they do and I'm pretty sure Vyse is going to tell you exactly that, no matter what bad news you're going to give him!' Katriana shrieked at Kat, sucking for air before she continued 'Besides do you really think he's going to be happy with the news you're going to be bringing, bad news isn't exactly something you like to hear by the way! and what exactly is so very important that you felt the need to hijack my body and fricking teleport me over a gosh darn mountain!?' Katriana demanded. Kat chuckled as she continued walking, the castle coming into view rapidly as she took large strides across the grassland 'Oh don't think I'm going to spoil the surprise and tell you now, you will simply have to wait till I get to Vyse so you can hear it then' she sneered at Katriana who glared at Kat. Shaking her head a little Kat continued on, arriving on the front steps to the castle where she was stopped by two guards, turning her black gaze onto him she tilted her head slightly to the left, her right eyebrow raised questioningly "Yes?" she asked.
The guards stared momentarily at the midnight black eyes of Katriana, lingering on her hair as they realized she looked the same way as she had on the training grounds when she could of blasted everyone there to smoldering heaps of flesh. Clearing his throat the guard standing to the left of Katriana collected his courage and spoke "Ma'am" he started "You have to give us your pack, and we're quite impressed with your time, and we have orders to escort you and the next person that arrives to lord Vyse's chamber" He spoke clearly and was quite pleased with himself when his voice didn't falter.
Katriana snorted as she swung the pack off her back, setting it down on the ground in front of her as she stared at the two guards all the time "Here's the pack, please take me to lord Vyse now" she smiled sweetly, but it looked more like a menacing smile to the guards. Gulping the one who had spoked to her gently placed his hand on her elbow meaning to guide her to Vyse's chambers. Growling Katriana tore her elbow from his grasp "I know the way" she hissed as she stalked off up the stairs, the guard trailing behind her.
Water glided by rapidly and soon Marya found herself on lush grass, the alligators still wobbled under her feet, snapping and snarling at each other as she stood on top of them, her ankle length hair whipping in the slight breeze. The necromancer knew she would probably be faster if she simply walked herself but she didn't feel like walking and the alligators walking with her standing on top of them, being their mistress did seem like a perfect finishing position to Marya. She tapped her foot lightly on the symbol she drew on their scaly hides, feeding more power into her creatures to increase their speed exponentially. As her alligators raced to the castle Marya fantasized about how they would receive her, surely she had to be the first one to arrive at the castle and they would maybe honor her in being so fast and her skill at how she had done it, though technically she used magic but then again if she hadn't really been allowed to then they shouldn't of given her powder back. The castle grew higher and higher as she raced to the stairs that led up to the grounds, she smiled at the shock registering on the guards face as she pulled up on her alligators. Dismissing them after she got off their scaly hides she watched them slink slowly back towards the marsh in the woods. Her attention snapping back to the guard as he coughed softly, she smiled at him.
"Ma'am, you're the third person to arrive this fine day and I must say this was the best entrance of those three so far" the guard smiled at her, thinking he'd done her a compliment. "Now if you'll please hand me your bags and then follow to me lord Vyse's chamber" he continued quietly, holding out his hand for the pack. When she gave it to him he turned and began to lead the way to Vyse's chambers.
Marya's face fell the second she heard she wasn't the first one to arrive at the castle, it had to be Katriana and that blasted archer that beat her to it, but how they'd done it she didn't know. Silently and disappointed with herself she followed the guard to Vyse's chambers.
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Post by Dracafrey on Oct 10, 2010 16:47:29 GMT 1
Kael sat waiting in the Vyse's study waiting for the other two recruits and Vyse to arrive. Looking around the room, taking in his surrounding as he tried keep himself from being bored as he sat alone. Minutes passed as a guard entered into the room with Katriana. A smile coming over his face as he watched walk into the room.
"Hello Katriana and to you as well Kat." still smiling at her.
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Post by Culmir on Oct 13, 2010 13:20:22 GMT 1
"Hi Kael" Kat smiled mockingly at him, Kat didn't have as much patience with the young archer that Katriana did. They waited for a while until Marya was lead into the room as well, the young necromancer seemed terribly disappointed but otherwise chose to stay silent, probably wondering why they had all been called to Vyse's chamber.
Marya's feet dragged ever so slowly up the stairs, following the guard slowly, ever since she found out she hadn't been first to arrive her entire stamina just seemed to seep out of her into the ground. She was tired and all she really wanted to do more than anything was go to her rooms, take a nice hot long bath and curl up in bed. But no, Lord Vyse, mister high and mighty simply had to decide that the first three contestant had to be brought up to his chambers, like they were his servants and had nothing better to do. Sighing Marya stepped into the room, her eyes moving over Kael and Katriana, the necromancer was slightly taken aback by the black haired version of Katriana, she chose not to mention it and sat down, waiting for Vyse to show up.
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