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Post by OceanWhysper on Oct 21, 2003 23:00:53 GMT -5
Ocean still watching the violence in the arena begins to wonder silently to herself, the purpose of all that was going on.
It seemed to her that the Dark Knight derived great pleasure from the bloodshed and mayhem, fed off of it.
She found his reactions rather intriguing, and found herself more and more watching him, and not the arena.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 21, 2003 23:19:13 GMT -5
The Dark Knight points to Jerick, cowered over with the psurlon close and leaning over him
See there, milady? Those two are involved in a glorious psychic combat he says, voice echoing with malice.
Waving his hands in the air, with a carefully controlled gesture, a cloudy window opens in the middle of the air to the side of Ocean. Through it can be seen Jerick, frantically running down the stairs of an immense iron tower and looking over the supplies stocked below. In the distance, the ground and air veritably shake as a menacing presence approaches.
For your pleasure, milady. A view into that which cannot be seen. A glimpse into the combat which intrigues me the most...
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Post by OceanWhysper on Oct 21, 2003 23:24:31 GMT -5
Watching through the window the Dark Knight has produced for her.
Ocean can see into the mind of Jerick,and the battle that insues within him.
~A battle of wills is what ye prefer then, is it?~
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Post by Jerick Oth'Mortis on Oct 22, 2003 10:39:20 GMT -5
Meanwhile in the mental scape, Jerick quickly looked through weapon rack. Without much surprise, he noticed abscence of his weapon of choice - greatsword.
"No real choice then, huh?" though Jerick, taking shortsword and medium shield.
Jerick always prefered bladed weapons to all others.
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Post by Jayce Vallintine on Oct 22, 2003 13:49:04 GMT -5
A short very robed man comes walking in the Arena through the audiance section. He is 5' 4" with Multaple Blue and Grey Robes, and he carries a blue rod with a multi colored stone at the top of it. The robed man takes a seat by himself and drops his bag infront of him. He reaches in to grab a strange looking object which seems to be fruit since he is eating it.
So this is the arena people was going on about. These fighters seem to be what I need. The Energy they contain is most valuable indeed... I wonder if I will be able to get it from them seeming that I feel abit suppressed here. No matter what though my job is to gain Energy at all costs.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 22, 2003 23:50:54 GMT -5
[mindscape]
Jerick grabs hold of his weapons and waits by the wall of the tower. The thudding sound approaches steadily, come closer and closer until it seems right outside.
A silence ensues...
Suddenly, a terrible screeching sound emerges from outside. With a horrific thud, the iron tower disintegrates from around Jerick, vaporizing into tiny orange motes that eventually disappear. Slightly far away but still within view can be seen a large, powerfully built man. The size of a giant, the man has pale, blue skin that slightly blends in with the grayish mist, and 4 powerful arms that portrude from his torso. In two arms are held a tall iron spear and a bow. His other two arms are extended, as if he had just thrown something directly at the tower, a suspicion quickly affirmed by the large, serrated greatsword lying at Jerick's feet.
Jerick.... it says, in an eerily loud whispery voice Yield and you shall go from here without scars, without pain... Stay and you shall know my true prowess...
[/mindscape]
The Dark Knight looks over to the newcomer
Hail, newcomer. Have you a will to join my splendid arena of death? he says in a nearly threatening voice, moving his hand over to indicate the fighting Please, stay and watch for a while, and I promise you a spectacle you won't soon forget
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Post by Jerick Oth'Mortis on Oct 23, 2003 9:55:19 GMT -5
[Mindscape]
"Expect me to surrender with out battle, don't you?" says Jerick to the giantic figure "Forget your hopes, fiend, this won't work! I would rather die then surrender to somebody like you!"
[/Mindscape]
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Post by Hussar on Oct 23, 2003 10:17:31 GMT -5
So, thought Nos Uthanra, things are to be interesting are they? Well, as much as it pains me, heh heh, this will pain you more.
Nos Uthanra unleashes a flurry of darts at the psurlon attempting to force its way into his mind. Each dart is enchanted with the hunger of darkness and the wounds they cause will not close and will cause intense pain.
/ooc Each dart is wounding and shock /ooc
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 23, 2003 11:19:29 GMT -5
Four of the darts hit the psurlon head on, lifting it from the ground by means of their force. However, its previous attack still left Nos Uthanra's mind open, and the psurlon follows through with a sensation that feels as if a dagger was stuck through the shadowfiend's head. Suddenly, a slingblade flies through the air, catching the shadowfiend's arm, but cutting a mean gash, nonetheless.
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Post by Jayce Vallintine on Oct 23, 2003 11:45:33 GMT -5
Yes, after this battle I might aswell join in. I have nothing better to do, and if you promise death I should be happy. Who dies first is what I wanta know?
Jayce takes out a blank energy crystial hoping that one will fall in battle to see what he can gather. He could care less for fighting, but he learned that this is the easist way to to gain energy. Another way he is just not attractive enough to pull off.
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Post by Hussar on Oct 23, 2003 23:26:12 GMT -5
*the cackling voice of the invisible shadow fey dances through the air* Pain, oh yes, pain. Give me more. I yearn to feel! I feel alive.
Laughing, he launches several more of the black darts at the psurlon.
/ooc, same as before wounding and shock. (God I love blood loss)/ooc
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 24, 2003 7:31:43 GMT -5
Two of the darts zoom forward and hit the psurlon dead on, the third just bouncing off its skin. The psurlon doesn't show any sign of pain, even though it is slowly bleeding a thick ooze from several parts around its body. Plucking them out, the psurlon concentrates for a moment and takes control of the shadowfiend's body.
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Post by Jerick Oth'Mortis on Oct 24, 2003 12:49:43 GMT -5
[Mindscape]
Before giantic figure decided to attack, Jerick drops his shortsword and medium shield, and reaches for the gigantic greatsword, which lay before him. It seemed to be pure insanity, as Jerick didn't look to be strong enough to lift it off the ground, let alone wield it; however, a strong sensation in the back of Jerick's mind was giving Jerick the idea that he might be able to use it...
[/Mindscape]
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 24, 2003 13:36:07 GMT -5
[mindscape]
The greatsword is indeed very heavy, and Jerick can barely bring it to bear. However, a great strength possesses him suddenly and the sword feels light in his hands. Suddenly, the blade pulses with an orange light and grafts itself to Jerick's hand, sending the motes all around Jerick. There is no way that Jerick's mind could strengthen in his own psionic self in this way. He had help...
O'Kir had come...
[/mindscape]
<OOC: Jerick - O'Kir forced itself into your mind when the psurlon used that psionic attack. O'Kir cannot manifest in this form, but it can strengthen your attacks and defenses as long as you grasp the greatsword>
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Post by Jerick Oth'Mortis on Oct 24, 2003 13:59:46 GMT -5
[Mindscape]
Jerick's spirits raised, as he once again felt presence of his oldest friend and companion. He boldly stepped toward the giant, preparing to dodge his shots, should the giant choose either to fire arrows from his bow, or hurl his spear.
"I am ready" says Jerick, assuming combat stance "Do your worse, fiend."
[/Mindscape]
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