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Post by Arcaneye on Aug 4, 2004 15:38:06 GMT -5
A random widow was walking through the graveyards of Dregcara at sunset, searching for her husband's grave when she came across an unmakred tombstone with a marking that was affiliated with the Axis, the ultimate weapon that could destroy gods.
She up walked to it in curiosity. She lightly followed the carving of the symbol with her old calloused finger as she knelt there in though of who may be buried there. As she did so, the air seemed to become thicker. It was harder for her to breathe. What felt like magic seemed to be choking her, sucking the little air she had gasped out of her before she could use it. She watched as the air went out of her and into the ground.
With the little strength a woman of her age had, she stood and stumbled her way out of the graveyard, only to collapse a few feet away.
The ground around the grave shook slightly, not enough to alarm anyone around. Moments later a single hand came out of the ground. It was followed b another and then the rest of a man wrapped in white clothes slowly climbed out of the ground.
For someone who had just climbed through at least six feet of soil, the person was completely clean. He was at least 6'6", with a large muscular body and silver hair. There were so many scars on his face and arm that his own family would probably not recognize him. With a quick stretch, he looked around and saw nothing of familiarity.
As if someone had called his name, the mysterious person turned and stared at his gravestone. He put his hand onto the gravestone and stared with intent. His eyes began to glow white and the slab of marble took on a liquid form, covered his hands, then turned into what looked like a pair of gloves.
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Post by Arcaneye on Aug 4, 2004 15:56:07 GMT -5
(OOC: Anything is welcome except gods and munchkins. For those who know my world, this is after the death of Alessandro Siannodel, the Mythril Dragon Knight of Bahamut)
The widow woke up near on the dirt path next to the cemetary. She looked up to see what looke a zombie lurking within its gates, but something strange happened.
With no external exertion, it's right gloved turned into a sword in his hand. He walked up to the nearest, healthiest tree and stabbed it. As the tree witherd the scared beyond strange person scared beyond recognition slowly was rejuvenated. His silver hair turned a ruby red, the scars faded showing a handsome man who could not be more than eighteen years old.
As a strange turn, the young man grew (or regrew) wings. They extremely large and silver. They seemed like those she had seen on the late founder of the city, Lord Siannodel, except much larger. Within seconds the tree had turned to ash that blew awa with the breeze little by little.
The woman almost had a heart attack when she saw the man approach her witht eh sword in hand. She closed her eyes when he was feet from her. And about a minute later when nothing had happened she opened her eyes. The man had his hand outstretched, offering her help in getting off the ground. She warily took it, watching his actions in partial fear.
He spoke, "I amsorry if I frightened you, I mean you no harm." With the woman still in shock and in fear, he decided to ask a question, "What day is it?"
"Th-the thirtieth day of the eleventh month."
With a slight laugh he looked intothe sky, "You have a wonderful sense of humor." He then looke dback at the woman and nodded. Without a warning he took to the sky and vanished into the skies.
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The man landed back in the main city. By this time he suspected only the drunks and thieves to be wandering the streets. He was right to some extent...
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Post by Arcaneye on Aug 4, 2004 18:24:02 GMT -5
While walking down the streets he saw a human man assaulting an elvan woman wth his enhanced vision. He didn't even take a step from where he was, he just raised his hand and the glove took the form of a chain that extended a good two hundred to where the man was and wrapped around his neck.
It tightened around his throat and the now defenseless assailant was trying to gasp for air, but had trouble even opening his mouth. With a slight flick of his wrist, the predator turned prey was tossed all the way in front of the mysterious warrior. He then grinned at the the helpless piece of flesh as his eyes began to glow a deep red. He bent down and whispered a word in his ear and the man fell limp on the ground.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Aug 8, 2004 13:03:34 GMT -5
"You there!" a voice called out from the darkness. "Take another step and I will sent twenty arrows into you!" An arrow flew with great speed into the ground right next to him. Another was shot from the other side of him and did the same. "If you value your life, ou won't try anything stupid.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Aug 9, 2004 0:29:56 GMT -5
The robed, blind man walked humbly along the road, arms tucked into his sleeves, straw sandals worn down from miles of walking. Though a good 500 feet from the winged one, the man heard everything. The whoosh of the being's wings, the sharp tinge of the extending chain, the shallow breaths of the prostrate ruffian.
He did not wonder how he had come to be in this strange town, but continued to walk steadily down the path towards the winged creature.
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Post by Arcaneye on Aug 9, 2004 15:05:25 GMT -5
The winged man put his hand into his sleee and pulled out a peice of bat fur. He then did a few movements followed by words. <Arcane Eye> An invisible presence was in the air searching around looking for the archer (or archers) while the being kept a watch out for another arrow coming his way.
He then yelled out, "Keep your nose away from where it does not belong. I have neither the time nor the patience to deal wiht you. The man is sleeping, but I will not say the same for you if you continue to delay me."
He stroked his hands, the gloves actually and looked over at the blind man. Having had many bad experiences with the blind, he watched him intently.
"The same goes with you. I suggest you turn back around. Do not test my power."
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Aug 9, 2004 18:36:37 GMT -5
Knowing now that something was moving around invisibly around made the hidden individual uneasy.
A woman dressed in all black from head to toe came out of hiding. All that was really visible was her long hair that she had go up in a pony tail then drape back down her shoulders.
"I am have been the sole protector of this city for the last seven years! Anything going on out of the ordinary is my business. I give you thirty seconds to either: explain yourself and your business here; Leave quietly; or prepare for the fight of your life. I have fought abssal and infernal creatures ten times your size, I do not fear you."
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Aug 9, 2004 23:05:39 GMT -5
The old blind man's wrinkled face broke into a smile as he tipped his head towards the winged one.
I have no quarrel with you he stated, in a clear voice touched by wisdom Though you may have quarrel with her, I trust that this conflict shall not have to escalate into violence
The man slips one leg under the other and sits down cross-legged in the middle of the road, head bowed but alert.
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Post by OmniWyvernil on Aug 10, 2004 8:03:17 GMT -5
The commotion below had jarred the stranger resting on the flat roof of the nearby building from his light doze. Yawning and stretching, he glances over the edge.
Below, the stranger's sharp blue eyes see two figures facing each other on the street below. One was a figure dressed completely in black with a similiarly black ponytail. The other was a large, winged figure with red hair. "Obviously of the blood...", the man on the roof thinks, noting the winged man's draconic features, "But I thought our kind were welcome in this city... There's something more to this."
He notes two others from his perch. One was an old man sitting cross-legged on the street, and the other lay prone on the ground... "I don't smell any blood or decay... That one does not appear to be dead., the stranger thinks, at last rising to his feet.
The man stood a little under six feet tall, but his figure showed a hidden strength. His silvery-white hair is tied back in a pony-tail, which now blows in the nightly wind. He wears no visible armor, relying only on a white, kimono-like robe for protection. The robe bears blue trim, and baggy sleeves and trousers with a sky-blue color peek out from underneath. His katana rests in its sheath on the blue sash he wore on his belt.
"Well, Kashiro, you aren't going to get anything done by standing around.", he says quietly to himself. "Let's see what's going on."
With a gleam in his quasi-reptilian eye and a faint smile which reveals a set of pointed teeth, the warrior leaps down to investigate. Landing gently on both feet, he decides that the diplomatic approach would be best. His hand is ready to fly to the hilt of his blade, though, in case things turn out for the worst.
"What seems to be the problem here?", the swordsman says to the surprised people on the street.
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Post by Arcaneye on Aug 10, 2004 16:17:32 GMT -5
A low thrumm vibrates off of the buildings. The creature is obviously now highly irritated by yet another warrior interfereing. "I am giving you all one more chance to go back from whence you came before I..."
He looked to the sky to see what looked like day break. It had only been an hour since his awakening at midnight. The vibration becomes much stronger as he sees what he had expected. "My return...has altered the natural order... I have little time. I must act quickly!"
He opened his wings to take flight when he turned around suddenly. His face was met by a strong light. An elvan man dressed in similar robes at the creature was holding up a Holy symbol that was obviously weakening the winged one who was letting out sounds of a dying dragon.
In a matter of seconds the hostile creature was on the ground, passed out. The light faded to show the holy symbol of Bahamut. Without saying a word, he started to bind the winged one with chains that began to glow blue as they touched the scale-like skin. He summoned <Tenser's Floating Disk>, put the creature on it and began to walk away with the disk as if nothing happened.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Aug 10, 2004 20:19:22 GMT -5
Completely frustrated by all the people popping out of nowhere, she took off her mask to show herself as Kyeira Vanora, the sole survivor of the misfit band of outcast brought together by Alessandro Siannodel II. She withdrew three arrows and yelled, "Stop right there! I have a few questions for you!"
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Aug 10, 2004 22:05:56 GMT -5
The blind man continued to smile, amused at the change in events. He remained as silent and inconspicuous as ever.
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Post by OmniWyvernil on Aug 11, 2004 1:43:55 GMT -5
"Wait. Violence is not needed at this point. I'll handle this.", the silver-haired stranger says. Now that he's closer, you can see that the swordsman bears a scar on one cheek; a product of some earlier battle. His piercing blue eyes look slightly reptilian in nature, and his features bear a vaguely oriental look.
He walks up to the elf dragging away the creature on the disc. He pulls a silver medallion out from his robe, which to all who can see it also bears the symbol of Bahamut.
"Excuse me, but would you mind telling a fellow believer what's going on here?", he says as diplomatically as he can manage.
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Post by Arcaneye on Aug 11, 2004 14:49:55 GMT -5
The elvan man turned around and saw the symbol. He sighed and rolled his eyes in an arrogant way and said "Its quite simple. I have to kill this abomination that was ressurected by his own will. The beast was at one time a follower of Bahamut, actually as close to a servant to him as possible, but he fell while holding a weapon that corrupted his soul. I must destroy him and then burn the weap..."
The creature suddenly woke up and began to struggle. The chains began to glow red instead of blue and a sizzling sound began to grow along with smoke that arose from either the chains or the winged one.
"I suggest you take a step back...make it a couple..." he then stared at the struggling creature and said a single word <Blasphemy> that filled the whole area with an aura of evil then vanished. He then took a cloth and put it over the now dazed "beast's" eyes and wrapped some rope which glowed blue also around his throat rather tightly.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Aug 11, 2004 23:06:29 GMT -5
The blind, old man stood up, the smile now barely visible on his face. He took slow, deliberate steps, following the elven man.
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