Sanity
Ice Breaker
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Post by Sanity on Aug 4, 2005 15:19:28 GMT -6
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Everyone, if your gunna join (which I suggest) Think carefully of your profile, because maybe, just maybe I'll go into OAAD II even. ) Ladies and gentlemen, I present you with an old story, that I thought was dead, but has now been re-birthed and re-mastered. Of Angels And Demons Achim is a pure bred demon. He comes from two demon parents, whose blood lines run long and rich with demonic heritage. He prides himself with his heritage, and looks down on those who are not of the same noble blood. The land in which he lives is rough and feral. Hay cottages, secluded villages, vast untouched forests, and large strong kingdoms with stone castles. There is no such thing as electronics, or modern day technology. There are swords, horses, and clothing is handmade. It’s a world of demons, Angels and half breeds. Humans, elves, wizards and goblins. Things of the dark, and things of the light. Lonely travelers, and mighty knights. There are many cultures, and differences about the peoples of this land. With diversities comes war, but most wars have been small and have ended quickly. Achim has lived through many life times, and has seen many wars, and has fought many battles, but soon he shall face his greatest battle yet. Through the years a strong hatred has been growing inside him. A hatred for all half breeds and those of impure blood. He has gathered up a few warriors of the dark and now quests to cleanse the word of half breeds, to kill off those of the impure. But he has not the power to do it with simple sword and strength. Although his demon blood runs thick with power, both of physical and mystical, it is not enough to wipe out all those in his path. He now craves the mystical pendants of the earth to bless him with ultimate power, so he may rule this world of angles and demons. In this world are many magical and mystical items. Such as the worlds Mystical Pendants, they are not widely known, but to those that study or are interested in magic they are a burning desire. Their creation or making is unknown, no body knows where they come from. All anyone knows is that they contain power over certain materials and things of the world. And some who own them, wield tremendous power. (Reserved) Faia: A simple white stone in the shape of a triangle surrounds a dazzling ruby in the shape of an upside down triangle. The pendant gives the user control over fire. You can have flames aid you in battle, or use them for defense. You can help spark a fire, but can not create fire out of thin air unless you are one of magical power (such as a wizard, demon, angel ect.)Ava: A simple thin ring of silver steel with cylinder like bars leading into the middle of the pendant. In the middle is held a sapphire in the shape of a upside down crescent. It is held so nimbly by the cylinders of steel that it seems as if the very jewel is floating. With the pendant of Ava you can manipulate water. By reshaping it, or calling it to do your will. You can not create water out of thin air, but by pulling the general humidity in the air you may be able to produce a small bit of solid water.(Reserved) Haizea: A ghastly thin strip of shiny brass in a simple wavering shape. Along the broad side of this strip are tiny yellow jewels, giving this pendant a glimmering timeless look. The one who poses Haizea can give short, controlled gusts of wind. They can sue this to blow enemies away, or discourse projectiles. Or even to stir up dirt or sand to blind foes. If the poses is of magical origins (Demon, wizard, Angel) They can even levitate for short distances using this pendant.(reserved) Ila: Two copper crescent shapes are faced back to back. In between them lays a large emerald with many points. This emerald seems to be holding the two crescents together. The one who poses Ila coincides with nature. They can manipulate plant life to move, and even some earth and stone they may manipulate to a small point. Though plant life is their main object of use. Vines to wrap their enemies,, or branches of tree’s can instantly be sued as large clubs, or fences.(Reserved) Vitus: A mysterious red metal forms 1 bar, with two bars intersecting it at the top and bottom of the solitary bar. Then a small circular diamond is placed in between the two parallel bars. The one who poses Vitus, has life in their hands. They can heal minor wounds, cleans bodies of poisons or sickness, They can restore the weak to strength. And not only can they help others, but they can also improve themselves. Vitus was created to counter Morana. What unnatural deeds Morana creates, Vitus can undo.[Taken Sanity] Morana: A golden cross is encased by a black metal shaped into a diamond. At the center of this cross is a large black diamond. The one who poses Morana, also poses death. Morana gives its user the power to raise the dead. It also lets you add a sort of death upon some organic things. Objects such as flowers, trees, vegetation can wither at the users wish. They can also steal life from someone, making them weaker. This pendant is strong willed and seems to wither the user itself.(Reserved) Yanar: Few have seen this pendant, and most will testify that it does not exist. The seventh pendant is said to be a myth of the very real six pendants. Yanar is a silver hexagon, which points are incredibly sharp and cut those that hold it. In the middle of the hexagon is eye like shape, the top is made of gold, the bottom black. In the middle is a pure clear diamond, with a black diamond stuck in the middle of the white diamond. Yanar gives the user pure and chaotic powers. Enhancing physical strength, speed, and overall performance. It also allows user to feed off of chaotic energy which is created from chaotic situations (such as destruction, explosions, extreme action). The more chaotic action, the stronger the user gets. It is said that the user of this pendant can even produce and project blasts and beams of pure energy when said user has gathered an abundance of it. But only does of magical origin as and nature may do so. Yanar is a wicked and demented device, and with such power comes a price. As much as this user destroys and kills, Yanar steals more and more of the very soul of the user.Any person who has natural magical abilities increases the power of their pendant. Everyone can choose only 1 pendant, Yanar is reserved. Half breeds are allowed. Demon and Angel guidelines. All you get is. Your taller, possibly have wings, horns or tails. Have natural magical abilities. Average grown up age is between 100 and 400. 260 is middle aged, 400 is real old..and anything below 100 is classified as juvenile. ASK ME IF ANY QUESTIONS Name:Age: (Demons and Angels- Up to 400. Everything else..follow human guide lines) Race: (all those listed in intro..and more, if questioned ask me.) Class: (If one..wizard, warrior, knight, thief, wanderer. Optional) Gender:Appearance: (Medieval clothing ) Items: (weapons included, medieval weapons only) Pendant:History: (optional) Other: (optional) =================== Name: Darkhaven Is a nickname he took upon himself after being called so in his childhood village. Age: 176 Race: Half demon, Half Angel Class: Wanderer Gender: Male Appearance: Standing around 7 foot Darkhaven’s demonic/angelic heritage is very noticeable. His skin is a slightly darker shade of tan then the average human, and has the look and feel of worn leather. His body is muscular and his arms and chest show no signs of useless fat. He has hard orange eyes, as sharp as diamonds. He has long, shoulder length black hair, thick and messy. His lips are pale and his ears look slightly pointed. The most notable thing about his body is his 12 foot wingspan (from tip of one wing to tip of other, includes space between wings). Pearly white, feathers adorn his angelic wings, which sprout from his shoulder blades. To cover his body he wears a large grey cloak, with a large hood to hide his face. His cloak has two small slits in the back to let his wings through for easy access. On his feet he wears simple worn black boots that rise up his shins. He then has black arm guards. Under his cloak he wears simple long black pants and a simple grey shirt. He has a black belt around his waist, and a black scabbard on his back.. His pendant is worn around his neck, hung from a simple golden chain. Items: The Sword of Souls- A sword of legendary values around the demon and angel groups. Said to have been used by the angel of death himself once. The blade is a mysterious ebony color, outlined in a unknown crystal like substance. The sword’s entire length is easily 5 feet long. The handle is elegant and beautiful. Consisting of a black hand guard stinging outward in a T shape pattern, before swiftly shooing upwards to make two horn like points. Molded into the hand guard are demonic symbols and inscription, most too worn to be read. The most easily read inscription, written above the Jewel of All Souls reads. “The very power of Azrael Lays here” The Jewel of All Souls is an orange jewel, in the shape of a hexagon. Swirling within the jewel is a black cloud, that those who have witnessed it say are the very souls that have been collected by the sword. The rest of the handle is black, and cold to the touch, but has a form that seems to fit perfectly in the holders hands. The sword is said to be made by Sammael himself, in an attempt to mock Azrael’s power. The Sword of Soul’s is legendary not only for the number of people that have been slain by it, but by its power. It is said that the sword sucks the soul out of every body that is slain under it. And not only that, but that the warrior who wields it can unleash captured souls and use them to slay powerful adversaries. Pendant: Morana History: His father was an angel, his name and class unknown to anyone, and his mother was a demon, whose name is also unknown. There was no love in their relationship, and it is most likely his mother raped his father for the pure purpose of degrading his father and to bear a son. Darkhaven is not accepted in neither heaven nor hell and wanders the mortal plains, searching for a meaningful existence or simple pleasure. His name was received from birth from the village who found him, and fathered him, his name reflects him being of both dark and light. Other: His real name is Jabez (its biblical for Sorrow) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yes my sword seems overly powerful..but hey this is my exact character from the original story. The swords been jazzed up a bit, but in a way is even less powerful then the original one. Besides, its my only weapon. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Darkhaven looked upon the ghostly town in a melancholy sort of frown. He had been traveling for many miles hoping for some place to stay awhile to rest and take shelter. But here was only small huts, and pub’s..which seemed strangely empty. On one side of the town was a ghastly white desert its sands hot, and the wind roaring. But on the other side was a forest..first a bit arid but soon growing into a lush dense tropical zone. The area between Haze Lake, and the Sapphire Caverns was named The Emerald Forest. The Emerald forest was the thickest, and most dense part of the area, and I was home to a sort of forgotten lore. Most have never heard of The Emerald Mages, and those who have called them night time fairytales. The town he was entering was known as White Ridge, known for it being on the outer most ridge of the forest and for being slowly overtaken by the blowing sands of the Crystal Desert. But it was empty and dead, he could not see a single soul, nor hear any spoken words. As his large worn boots echoed into town, a bolt struck up his spine…He was being watched and he knew it..he could feel eyes..many eyes watching him..and smoothing else though he was not completely sure what. And then she revealed herself in terrible agonizing glory. A women of leather and whips, chains and claws. She was the demon known as Rephaim, a demon of seduction and power. The women stood about 8 feet, with blood red skin and spidery black veins. She looked reptilian in her arms and legs but human like in chest and face..except her teeth held rows of nasty needle like fangs and her eyes were those of a birds. She stood before him, raven black silk wavering in the singing wind. ”Hello Darkhaven, master has told it is you oh all scum that owns one of those pretty] little pendants which I am to collect”. Her voice was sour and spiky, like sharp daggers piercing your ears. She wore scantily, with a tight metal plated corset, long gauntlet like gloves, tall knee high boots, a short metal plated skirt and a long, long flowing black shredded cape. It flicked and flew in the wind as if it had a mind of its own. Her glare was repulsive and one of her clawed hands clutched a long whip like weapon with various hooks and spikes along its outer edge. Darkhaven knew now who’s eyes were on him..hers and her shadowed minions who were most likely all ready to jump upon him.
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Post by Vahalior on Aug 4, 2005 17:04:37 GMT -6
Name: Jahad
Age: 1700
Race: Spirit/Demon- Legend has it some idiot rubbed a magical lamp, not knowing that these were an ancient tool for containing demons, and not something for holding Genies which 'granted 3 wishes'. Jahad isn't a fallen angel, he was created inadvertantly at the site of a great battle where no mercy was shown for those who fell. The collection of evil energy and vengeful souls created the 'demon' that is Jahad. He was later imprisoned into a magical lamp by Magroth the Farseer.
Apperance: Jahad wears a long black cape, it is tattered at the edges and caked in blood. His body is heavily muscular (as with all demons), and his arms have strange spine like petrusions over them. Should it be required, a translucent yellow membrane forms between them forming into a wing structure. The evil in his three hears is reflected in his face, his face is more akin to a mask. One of flawless perfection, yet lacking any spark of life or true feature, making it both alluring, and unnvering. He retains this 'lifeless perfection' even when he turns into human form. Jahads human form is that of a nobleman, he walks upright and with a determined stride, his ice blue eyes causing children to scurry away from him. Beneath his loose fitting clothes is a toned, though not muscular body.
Class: Barbarian
Equipment: Blood Talons: Thanks to how he was created, Jahads talons have been imbuded with the ability to leave grevious wounds, regardless of how hard they hit. Even a slight graze quickly opens up into a deep gash, causing large amounts of blood loss. This ability can be turned off and only works on creatures with blood. Spines: Both a defensive and offensive weapon, Jahads arms are covered in thin, frail looking spines. These are extremely sharp and, despite their apperance, steel is far too week to even chip away at them. Frostmourn: In human form, this appears as a long rapier with a hand guard fashioned of ice, in Demonic form this blade appears to be a massive claymore covered in black veins and ice. This magical blade can make it self so cold any living tissue it touches turns to dust. Stronger enemies may resist the magic.
Magic: Spirit: Jahad is more so a manifestation of energy than a being of flesh and bone. If his body become damaged, he can mentally 'reform' it. This requires considerable concentration and time to channel his energy back into a limb, or damaged area. Dying in my Arms: A very poetic name for a very not poetic death. In human form, Jahads embrace is lethal, if he choses it to be so. A gentle touch from him leaves the skin feeling cold, a full embrace, regardless of clothes being warn, is about equal to being slashed by Frostmourn. Bloody Palm: Jahad cuts his palm a lets his blood cover his hand. He then attacks as normal. As if by magic, his already impressive strength is increased drastically. The blood symballizes the blood that was spilt when he was created (bloody palm symbollic for no mercy). Call back the Damned: Or maybe he can use this symbol another way. By smearing his Bloody Palm across the floor, he can summon back those who were slain on the day of his creation, for a time, and set their furious spirits loose upon his foes. While they cannot attack, they are more than willing to possess something that can.
Other: 3 hearts: To kill Jahad all 3 hearts must be removed from his body and quatered. Should this occur, he dies forever. If even one heart is intact (be it in his body or not), while he can be crippled and become inactive, he cannot die. Spirit: Jahad is, ultimatly a spirit, subsequently, his ability to sustain damange isn't that brilliant.
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Archangel
Ice Breaker
And thus did the Archangel descend from Heaven itself...
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Post by Archangel on Aug 4, 2005 17:14:13 GMT -6
Name: Azknach Age: 27 Race: Goblin Class: Thief and Scavenger Gender: Male
Appearance: Azknach is a simple goblin thief, and his appearance shows that. Small, about half the size of an average human, with a large head and a spindly body, arms longer than a human’s of the same size and short, gaunt legs, Azk is not particularly attractive. His eyes are large and bulbous, his mouth small and filled with sharp razor teeth, his hands each have 7 extraordinarily long and flexible fingers, and his feet can be used like a chimpanzee’s, almost like hands. He wears no armor, simply a ragged and ripped tunic over his gray skin, and a dirty brown pair of leggings that seem a size too big for him. He does wear belts, one across his chest and another around his waist, made of thick, tough leather. From these belts hang numerous sacks, pouches, and bags, all strapped nicely to his body to allow for easy movement.
Items: Azk carries innumerable items, most of which are stolen, and none of them bought. Each one is in a pack or sack or bag on his belts, and he is constantly coming up with new things all the time. So really, trying to inventory them all would be useless. He does, however, always carry a small dagger with him at all times, a nice silver one with an inlaid handle. He also always carries some flint and tinder, for striking a fire. And, of course, his lock pick and probe, which he uses masterfully and with great pride.
Pendant: Faia
History: A few years ago, there was a great magical battle in the fields of Morraine, one that lit the sky with power and fiery glory. When it was done, the two combatants, who had been wizards of immense power, both fell to the ground, dead. No one approached their bodies, afraid of some curse or magic spell that would tear them apart if they did. Only one figure approached the bodies. That of a small goblin thief, Azknach. And on the bodies, he found a wondrous thing. A pendant, a white stone with a ruby in the center. And that’s how he found Faia. After much staring and playing, he learned to use it accidentally, and at first burned a barn down in his zealousness. After that, he learned to keep it a secret, hiding it away in one of his pouches and only using it when it seemed necessary. Other: None, really
IC: "Yes, yes...of course, of course. But first, first..."
He dug through the dead man's clothes, his many-fingered hands shuffling through the elf's personal belongings. He found many things of interest: a couple of rings, a couple gold pieces, and a small, insignificant jewel. It was a good catch, an excellent find, and Azk prided himself on picking good victims. He dug through the clothes a second time, searching for anything else of interest, then looked up.
White Ridge was completely deserted, a home for the dead. Bodies lay everywhere, decorating the alleys and in their seats in the houses, rotting, mouldering, decaying. It was not a pleasant smell. But Azknach could take it...he'd smelled worse. Especially in the Bogs of the Damned. Now THAT was a horrible smell. But he had crossed the desert by himself, aided by his own cunning, and come here to find the entire place wiped out. What a pity. But there were plenty of pickings here for a good scavenger, and that's what Azk was... a damn fine scavenger.
Now though, as Azk looked up into the searing hot sun and scouted around his position, he saw something curious. A man...or an angel...or something with wings. And a woman....tall...a Demon. They stood, staring at each other. Shadows moved all around them, shadows of creatures that flickered and moved, minions to the Demon lady. He saw the Demon speak, and saw the shadows lurch and shudder. This would not be a good thing. In fact...this might turn into a fight. And that...that would not be good.
But strangely enough, Azk could not leave. He stared out at the two facing each other, and watched in morbid fascination. He was still hidden in the shadows of an alleyway, and felt as safe as possible in a dead town, but he was still exposed. But he watched anyways, curiosity overcoming prudence, and waited to see what would happen.
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Post by Exiled on Aug 5, 2005 0:59:46 GMT -6
Name: Marcus Reymond Age: Appears 34 Race: Unknown Class: Battlemage Gender: Male Appearance: 6’ 4” lithe sinewy build, black messy hair, dark green eyes, semi long hair, pale, various scars on his body with a prominent one on his right cheek running parallel to his jaw line. He has various think black tattooing on his body, it is woven into intricate symbolic patterns, seemingly religious. He wears a dark blue robe with a hood, the entire robe is hemmed with lighter blue trimmings, the arms and back are covered in intricate symbolic patterns, much like his tattoos. Underneath he wears simple black pants and shirt, his overall appearance is somewhat threatening, but his entire appearance can change if he smiles or change the expression on his face. Items: Naginata-A 6 ½ foot tall pole finely crafted and engraved with runic symbols supports a two foot long blade made of brilliant metal. The blade never seems to rust or lose its beauty; it is however covered in various nicks gained during combat. Nodachi- At 5 feet 6 ½ inches the weapon is extraordinary, with a full 47 inches of Blade and a 20 inch handle it is truly an impressive weapon. The blade is amazingly sharp and has absolutely no blemishes or marks on it, the handle is leather braided, matching the scabbard, which includes a back strap. It is incredibly heavy and meant to be handle only with two hands. Pendant: Yanar History: None for now. Other: None (IC to come later)
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Post by Kaisar on Aug 5, 2005 8:22:57 GMT -6
Name: Nayru Age: 134 Race:Angel Class: Mage/Warrior Gender: Female Appearance: Standing 6’11 tall, her hair is waist length and white in color, her build is slender almost willowy, skin pale and eyes flinty silver (though they can be kind when she wants to show it). She wears lose fitting white pants, white knee high boots bound around the knees with dark blue binding and the same color sash about her waist clasped by a silver medallion where the medallion is a tassel of the sash hands down to about knee height. Over that she wears a sky blue wrap around top that has down in a skirt like fashion from where her sash is tied over it to hold the top half closed it is longer at the back reaching to her ankles. It is tied at the front in a ^ shape so the fabric only covers the back of her legs. She also wears gauntlets that are the same sky blue that have more binding around the elbows much like what is around her knees in indigo. The only armor she wears is a silver shoulder guard and held in place by two leather straps diagonally across her chest and back attaching to the leather belt concealed under her sash. Despite her slender appearance Nayru is very strong. Her wings reach a span of 14 ft (tip to tip), the feathers are white with faint blue tinges along he edges. Items: Dual Katanas[/i]they are tied to the belt under her sash both on her left side. [glow=indigo,2,300]Thanatos:[/glow] One of two Katana’s Nayru carries. Thanatos is a blade reaching 5 ft in length the blade is made of a black alloy metal that pulsates with a bloody light that cries for blood when drawn. Its power is such that it literally drains the life from not only the victim of the blade but the wielder. The only force that protects the wielder is Thanatos’ counter part Rivas and its power is suppressed by the silver sheath it is kept in. The Hilt of the Kitana is red and shaped so in the form of a demon, eyes set with sapphires and archaic demon runes carved upon the blades edge. The blade is said to have a mind of its own and when let free the sword will fly about of its own accord impaling itself into any within range to drain the life from the body. Always will it try to impale itself into the wielder to free itself from the bind imposed by that being and Rivas. Thanatos holds the murderous soul of the Demon whose name is also that of the swords. [glow=indigo,2,300]Rivas:[/glow] One of two Katana’s Nayru carries. Rivas is a blade reaching 5 ft in length the blade is made of a silvery-blue alloy metal that pulsates with a blueish light that distills peace and calm when not being used to fight. Though it will aid the wielder by giving them long lasting stamina and numbing to injuries sustained to allow them to fight without hindrance. The Hilt of the Katana is white and shaped so in the form of an angel, eyes set with blood stones and archaic angel scripture carved upon the blades edge. Rivas posses the power to counter Thanatos’ life draining power and keep it under control. One can not draw Thanatos without drawing Rivas first unless they wish to die an agonizing pain. The sword holds in it the soul of an angel warrior whose name is also that of the sword. Pendant: Vitus History: Nayru is something of an outcast among the Angel’s she doesn’t particularly care about the animosity between angels and demons. If anything she tends to ignore it judging those of all races by her own personal judgment of the way they react to the world around them. She is known throughout the land as the ‘Ice Queen’ because of her generally cold appearance when she looks at people and the frosty magic she wields along with the power of her pendant. Though her friends call her ‘Snow’. She is avoided by other angels and shunned by many. Other:
Ice Magic[/color] Icey Rain: Long speak like shards of ice rain down from the sky impaling targets. Frost Shot: A ball of ice magic is shot at a target freezing them on impact. White Out: A wall of snow blows up out of the air and obscures the vision of the targets as well as slowing them due to the icy nature of the attack.
Healing Magic (Vitus)[/color] Healing Touch: Upon touching the skin Nayru can heal minor injuries such as cuts and gashes. Restful Sleep: she can put people into a healing sleep to help purge fevers and lesser poisons and venom from the body she must stay in physical contact with the person for up to half an hour. Impurity Purge: a stronger version of Restful sleep that removes deadly poisons and near fatal fevers and venom from the body the only difference is Nayru must stay in contact with the person for up to half a day. Temporary Immunity: Prevents poisoning and disease from taking foot in the person who has this spell cats upon them it can last up to anything from 6 hours to half a day depending of the strength of the poison, venom or disease assailing the person. Self Regeneration (Passive): Nayru heals her injuries with the power of Vitus without having to invoke it. Just by wearing the pendant it bestows upon her the ability to heal injuries that hinderer body and sickness making her impervious to such attacks by poison or venom. (only works while Nayru’s skin is in direct contact wit the pendent) Counter-Morana: Spell used to counter the death effects of Morana’s magic.
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I swore I would never do it again, I swore I would never hurt another person; I swore I would never again draw that vile sword…
Funny how easily promises are broken…
Nayru sat alone upon the sand covered mud brick building, so like those all around some crumbled and falling apart, others scorched and many were nothing but rubble. Alone with her thoughts on the event that had just transpired, as she sat a hot dry wind blew through the ghost town, not long ago deserted. She was alone with her memories and the cold bitter feeling that these days always seemed lodged in her heart. A town emptied by beasts that did not belong in this desert town. So far from life. From a distance she had watched those barbarian beasts tear through the town searching for something or someone. They slew any in their path but what had driven Nayru into action had been the way one of those beasts tore apart an innocent child.
Outraged by such an act she had drawn first Rivas the bluish-silver katana. She flew into the group of beasts slaying them easily, they were so dumb and slow only good for charge and die tactics. Too stupid to know fear. They lay about her in a bloody mass. Limbs hewn, bodies cut and gutted. Looking up Nayru had seen more coming, anger cold as ice she flew at them ramming headlong into the lead beast her blade slicing up its stomach spilling the contents of its chest and stomach for all to see as she went to the next ignoring the blow she received shredding the flesh of her upper arm and shoulder. Hot blood spilled down her arm but that didn’t bother the angle her blade flashed again and three more beasts fell to the silver blade of Rivas. Nayru cast about for more to kill but she could see none. However she could hear the screams of innocents being slaughtered. A quick glance to her shoulder showed the injury was already healing thanks mostly to the power of the pendant she wore constantly concealed beneath the light blue crossover top. Taking flight Nayru had flown over the town landing in the midst of more of those beasts there were so many she had counted at least twenty. Nayru raised her hand calling out to the powers of ice. A deadly rain of icy shards rained down on the monsters impaling many until there were only eight or so. Those that survived wasted no time charging her all at once. Without thinking Nayru had then drawn the black Katana Thanatos and from then on the fight had been a blur.
She had become aware of herself again she was sitting where she was now. How long she had been there se couldn’t tell except that half the day had passed. Thanatos sheathed and resting across her lap next to Rivas the blades pulsating with their auras. White hair whipped about her face by the dry wind Nayru climbed to her feet tying the swords to the belt beneath her indigo sash and checked herself over. She could see several rips through her clothing where the beasts had injured her but there was no trace of the cuts only stained blood on the light blue and white fabric of her clothing. Running her hands over the cuts the rips in the fabric repaired themselves but the blood stains would remain. Angel weave clothing could repair itself when the wearer wished it but it couldn’t remove things like dirt and blood. Looking skyward again she spread her wings which slipped out from the slits in the back of her robe like clothing, appearing from a space that could not have possibly held them yet did and knelt down. With a powerful jump and a well timed down thrust of her wings Nayru rocketed into the air and continued to rise with each steady beat. Once high enough that the town looked like a speck she folded her wings close to her back and twisted beginning a freefall decent towards the ground. The town rapidly returning to its original size. She spread her wings at the last moment and was sent into a rapid glide. Shooting meters above the ground thanks to the momentum she had created from the free fall. Nayru was going to scout the area for more of those beasts. They had caused her to break her vow and they would suffer greatly for it.
She raced over the sands letting the singing call of death, the hunger of her cursed sword Thanatos guide her. It knew where it would find a feast, a feast of souls so like the one within. Ahead she watched a dark silhouette of a forest, as ancient as time rise out against the white sands. She rose from her low ling flight taking higher into the air to get a good look. It was another town, also empty. Nayru did not doubt the possibility of another ransack. These were increasing greatly over the years. Both Katanas draw she flew high above the deserted town gazing down at the army of beasts below. So like the ones she slaughtered not long ago. And there amoung them, at their heart stood a woman, a demon. Nayru felt the bile rise ot her throat as she stared at the demon below. This was a hag she knew. So I find you again Rephaim…
Nayru smiled coldly as her yes slid away from the demoness to her minions as they surrounded a lone figure. Peering at him Nayru realized it was a half-breed, but what amazed her more was the weapon she saw he carried with him. High above Nayru looked on watching as she stared between the half-breed and the demon. Part of her wanted to kill the demoness now, but another wanted ot wait, to see what he would do. Then she let her eyes linger on the beasts. how many innocents have they slaughtered I wonder? [glow=indigo,2,300]countless no doubt… now release me I hunger… Release me from thine enslavement for a time…[/glow] thanatos whispere ot her at the very back of her mind. Sometimes when Nayru wasn’t really concentraiting thanatos could affect her actions, today however was not the case.
She had already slipped up once with the beserker black out she wouldn’t let it happen again. you’ll feed when I wish you to… Nayru ignored the bestal howl in her mind and slowly sheathed Thanatos feeling him try to fight her everystep of the way but faiing as rivas aidd her. Sighing Nayru looked down once more. Watching as the beasts, surged forwards onto the lone half-breed. ‘Now now we can’t have that.’ She murmured sheather Rivas and raising her arms skyward.
From several feet below her Icy shards formed ignoring the heat and fell raining down in a deadly shower upon them impaling many with the surprise attack. Smiling Nayru descended to the ground wings pulled in tight about her rocketing down. She drew Rivas and attacked while the beasts were half shocked by the attack. ’oh this is good, The Ice Bitch’s here too, this will be better then I thought, two pendants in one day!’Pausing in her attack for a split second Nayru raised her hand and sent an orb of cold blue light at the demoness, she however dodged it easily laughing. ’Play nice,’ Rephiam laughed waving her hand for more of the stupid beasts to attack. They surged forwards on both warriors, Nayru too preoccupied with her own battles gave not a second thought to the figure, she had monsters to slaughter and innocents to avenge.
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Post by Vahalior on Aug 5, 2005 15:54:51 GMT -6
Jahad glared at the strange flesh beast, a being apparently created of shadow, muscle and taunt sinew. Its thick slab like muscles were barely contained beneath its skin, dark veins set within its pale skin, sticking out like stretched wires across the beasts form. It scurried forwards on its club like legs, before lunging towards Jahad, and trying to tear at his throat. His body shimmered slightly as he shrugged his physical form off for a moment, letting the puzzled beast plough into the earth behind him.
"I think we ssshall have to end thisss" Jahad roared, arching his back, raising his hands above his head. As he did so a red mist leaked out of the ground and upwards towards his hands, running across his body as blood, though in reverse, before forming into black claw like extensions, covered in thick, red veins at the end of his hands. "Better" He mummbled to himself, grinning slightly as he rubbed his palms together, waiting for the flesh beast to lunge towards him a second time. Instead, it circled around him, saliva dribbling from its fleshy mouth as it did so. Its two bulbous green eyes glaring at him with predatory hunger, searching for a weak point it could exploit. Jahad watched the beast circle him for a time, before joining in, slowly pacing in a circle, mimicing the beasts movements, letting his claws dig thin furrows in the earth. "Maybe this requires a different approach" He mummbled to himself, a sadistic smile forming on his face as he shrugged off his physical form and disappeared from this plain entirely, leaving nothing more than a deep crimson mist in his place.
The flesh beast spun round on the spot, sending huge globs of spittal across the ground as it tried to locate where its prey had gone. It pounded on the ground with its paws, before raising itself onto its hind legs and roaring at the sky, apparently in victory.
Its roar was cut short, blood began mixing with the saliva as it roared, bubbling out from the corners of its mouth. Its eyes dimmed slightly, the hellish green energy within leaving its body in pulses, before in slumped forwards onto its stomach. Jahad casually sidestepped away from the beast, letting it fall to the ground where he had been not moments before. He licked the black ichor off his claws. Not having a physical body certainly had its advantages.
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Anna Molly™
Ice Breaker
My Devil danced with his Demon and the fiddler's tune is far from over.
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Post by Anna Molly™ on Aug 6, 2005 3:23:16 GMT -6
Name: Niveus Heims
Age: 154
Race: Part Angel, Part Demon
Class: Wanderer
Gender: Female
Appearance: Hair is silky snow white, plaited brilliantly in crown-esque pattern on her head, falling loose around her waist. Bluish black robe hides a sleeveless white dress tying up around neck, exposing a tanned, unusually scarred back, golden thread ties up the midsection, the bottom above the knees and holding a small slit opening to the front; has small pointed ears, sharp nails, hints of fangs courtesy of her demonic nature; pupils in eyes are unusually large, leaving only a thin sapphire for the iris, the iris outlined in black; wings are a creamy beige, black feathers bordering the edges; adorning arms are various scriptures carved into her skin
Items: Sigh of Deus – A platinum blue sai handed down to Niveus, the handle is carved from a strange crystal, black diamonds visible inside the clear material. The tip is unusually pointed for a sai and it appears to give off an illusion in the sunlight, a broadening of the blade
Sigh of Ombra – Deus' companion, the blade is startlingly dark, camouflaging with the shadows of the night. The handle has trace bits of white to symbolize the stars, swirling blue to captivate the universe. It is only properly seen under the light of the full moon, performance not as sharp during the daytime
Pendant: Haizea
History: Born to an Angelic mother and a Demonic father on the snowiest of winters, it took less than a year before her father abandoned the two, leaving Niveus a bastard. Raised by her mother, she never felt at home surrounded by others of an angelic nature, didn’t feel safe with humans, didn’t see her place at all. She only received information of her demonic heritage when she had visited her mother’s deathbed, seventy odd years back. Startled and somewhat betrayed by the news, on her mother’s passing, rather than be struck by melancholy, enlightenment came first to the young half breed.
Other: Never giving out her real name, she goes by something akin to it, that being Nix. She chooses not to too closely associate herself with demon or angels out of lack of understanding as to why a side needs to be picked. In constant contemplation of the world around her, she travels for adventure, for knowledge, and in a constant search for her last living relative…her father.
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(ooc: Short little entry, yah?)
“You will be taking your leave so soon?”
The white haired femme, a good five inches over six feet, stopped in her graceful step. She glanced back, tanned face holding an unnatural glow. Nodding, her eyes on the old man inside the humble wooden abode, she said. “I appreciate your hospitality over the past three days. It is a rare occurrence when one is willing to take a stranger into their home,” Reaching into her cloak, she began to shuffle around for a coin or two.
Hearing the rustle of her money, the old man shook his head, falling into his chair by the fireplace. Relaxing, he smiled. “I do not need payment for kindness.”
Nix paused in her search, face contorted in confusion. Frowning at the words, an awkward grin came. She lightly placed a gold coin onto the dresser before exiting the man's home. For a human, he held strangely acute hearing. To make up for his lack of vision...? She tapped her lip pensively. Had he been able to see me, would he have been as kind? Is lack of sight able to cure the ignorance of others…no, that can not be.
Nix discarded her theory, filing the elderly gentleman under an anomaly case. Throwing on her hood, she strolled through the high grass of the forest, feet growing wet from the recent rains. Turning a thin cerulean upwards, she stopped to watch the parting of the clouds, mystified by the separating grey mists. She had flown through the mists on occasion but they never gave off the warmth they exuberated. “Cold…but beautiful. As are most things in this world…”
Blinking curiously, she held up her hands as the sun came into view, ball of orange tempting to blind her in its glory. Despite the intense amount of light, her pupils refused to contract, vision growing blurry. Lowering her gaze, she stared ahead to the forest, bark reddish black in her marred vision. Gently rubbing an eyelid, an ear twitched at a noise to her right. View clearing, she frowned down to the man before her, an evil leer on his face. He pulled out a dagger, placing the tip to her throat. “Don’t thinks I have to continue from here…”
Startled at feeling a poke to her back from a second thief along the trail, Nix made an inquiry. “Do you value your life, stranger? Is there nothing that you can do but threaten others with the prospect of death? Others that mean no harm?” Swiftly, she wrapped her fingers over the opposing wrist, holding no malevolence in her eyes. Even as the dagger in her back threatened to break her skin, she persisted. “I ask that you leave me be as I see no reason to start trouble…” Ears twitching once more, she added. “…and tell your comrades in the woods it would be unwise to fire their arrows.”
She released him, calmly starting to continue on her way. She furrowed her brows at the twang of multiple bows, a bevy of arrows flying towards her back. Instantaneously, a rush of wind came, blowing half the projectiles off course. She veered the remaining ones back from whence they came, cries of pain echoing from the shadows. Ahead of her charged a bald man, large broadsword prepared to strike her down. It neared her forehead, stopping short as sparks from her sais collided with the sword. Easily keeping the behemoth of a thief at bay, the charging of many reached her hearing.
Nix glared back dangerously, all warmth gone from her features. Her irises an ominous white, she spoke. “Patience!” Eyes widening with the intensity of her tone, a wave of wind formed at the feet of the approaching men. They shielded their eyes from the harsh winds, helpless as it tossed them back into the forest. Focus back onto the thief, she swiped Ombra across the broadsword, connecting her foot with the bandit’s jaw. He reeled back, Nix repelling him back into the forest with a fierce zephyr.
The original bandit dared to pitch a dagger to her back. Catching it between her fingers, Nix could only stare at his audacity. She dropped the flimsy blade, opening her palm in his direction. Fingers quivering in concentration, she tuned out his curses of bewilderment, his cries of confusion as he flew skywards. “You…will be the example,” A gust of wind freed an arrow from the earth, Nix heaving her arm forward as she sent it to the flailing man. His movements stopped on impact, Nix allowing gravity to take over. He plummeted down to the ground, dead before he struck. She darted her eyes back and forth, pleased at the scurrying of the remaining bandits. Holstering Ombra, she flipped Deus deftly in her hand, lunging back the sai into the chest of the behemoth of a man. Blood slipped down the blade to her fingers, Nix closing her eyes in distaste at no longer sensing his heart beat.
Pulling it free, perturbed as to why he hadn’t stayed down, Nix firmly planted his sword in hand. She surveyed the area, only two casualties in her view. “Why did he not listen?” She sighed at the churning of her insides. It wasn’t guilt that had overtaken her, as a matter of fact, ending one’s life was as normal as breathing. It never bothered her…and THAT’S what bothered her. She had always noticed humans show remorse at the loss of a loved one, demons go into rage at the death of a comrade, angels gain a gloomy air at the death of anyone by their hand. But she remained unaffected, unable to feel.
“I do not understand,” Nix shook her head, falling to her knees. Clasping her hands together in prayer, she closed her eyes, doing what was customary. An archaic language slipped from her lips, she wishing their souls a safe passage to wherever they’d go. Prayer complete, she steadily got to her feet, increasing her pace through the cool deep green forest. The eve of the full moon a day away, she intended to stay in a remote town just past the forest, preferring isolation to the company of others…
White Ridge…
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Post by Kaisar on Aug 10, 2005 5:50:05 GMT -6
Nayru roared a feral war cry as Rivas gutted several more of the beasts; they fell about her like sheep to the slaughter. Blood flicked every-which-way as she fought, ignoring the wounds delft to her and shutting out the pain. She had one focus that damned demon. Her minions were nothing more then fodder for the worms. Fed up with these beasts and their mindless fighting she unleashed a whiteout of magic snow that blinded all the beasts about her. Smiling Nayru spread her wings wide and took flight with one powerful jump and downward thrust of her blue tinged wings soaring above. ‘Whats the matter you withered hag got no guts to face me on your own!?’ Nayru smiled as she galled the demoness. She was a prideful thing, as vain as she was ruthless. Hard to believe they had once been friends, or as close to friends as a demon and angel could get. ’Oh no dear heart, I just love to see you fight is all, it’s good to see you’ve improved though. I must ask however where you got those swords?[/color’] Rephaim sneered at the angel. ’The blue one suits you but the black one seems rather malevolent.’ Nayru flew a good distance above the demoness wary of her whips. Rephaim had taught her a good many tricks in battle when she was younger, still learning, a juvenile out in a worlds she understood little about. Then the demon struck clawed chains flying with an untraceable flick of her wrists. The angel barely dodged the claws at the end of the chains feeling one rip through the flesh of her shoulder. She grimaced and retaliated throwing another ball of blue light, she dodged flipping backwards with a liquid grace as the ball struck where she had stood freezing the ground in a crystal ice that quickly gave way to heat of the desert. Rephaim laughed kicking the quickly drying sand with a clawed foot as she hurled another spiked chain Nayru’s was.
Deflecting the claw this time with Rivas Nayru dived crashing head on with the demoness, feeling her claws rip along the side of her face down her neck and driving deep into her collar bone. Nayru had ot bite back a scream at the pain her eyes watering as she fekt blood trickle from the open gashes even as Vitus began its work, but evne it was sluggish bno doubt worn from the hectic day. Blood dripped onto the demons face she licked it from her face and smiled. ’Mmm sweet and… cold like ice. Ice has always run through your veins that’s what made it so easy for you to be like-‘ Nayru struck a blow to the demons face with a clenched fist, feeling a certain satisfaction at the feeling. Then Rephaim kicked her off sending Nayru into the dirt. She lay on her back dazed but managed to climb to her feet.
Shaking the stars from her eyes Nayru saw Rivas laying on the ground between her and the demon. Rephaim smiled wickedly exposing her sharp teeth. ”oh such a pretty sword can I play with it?’ She lunged forward to grab the sword but Nayru was quicker calling the sword to her hand with will alone. Rivas was bound to her by blood and soul as much as Thanatos. It answered to her and no other. Nayru weary and feeling her world begin to tilt knew she was loosing too much blood. More then could be stopped by Vitus strained as it was trying to heal her she had ot end this now. Her free hand reached for Thanatos and drew the blade, it hissed as it was free pulsating with its hungery vile life. ’Ooo I’m so scared dear cold Snow, you think two blades can beat ME?!’
‘No but they can desimate your forces…’ Nayru hissed already channeling her icy magic inot both swords. Riva’s aura blazed darker and bluer then before while Thanatos took on a violet hue its bloody taint absorbing her ice magic with relish. ‘Let me show you what my little swords can do when used right…’ she crossed her arms swords ponting backward at her sides power building. Even in this heat an icy chill could be felt in the air, damning soul killing. This was something of the power Rephaim had showed her, the power of death in ice.
The demoness hissed and backed away as quickly as she could fleeing form the storm that was about to come. Her minions however closed ranks and charged. Nayru smiled wickedly sharing in Thanatos’ lust for death. She swung wide with her sword unleashing a shockwave of icy magic that cut through the enemy forces like a knife freezing them where they stood. This was dangerous magic Nayru used but she was beyond reasoning.
When the ice wave subsided from her ferocious sweep of the twin Katanas the enemies about her stood still like statures bodies coated in the faintest of frost, it melted quickly but she could feel the coldness of her deep freeze permeating form them. She laughed and sheathed Thanatos then Rivas. Rephaim was nowhere in sight no doubt gone for now but Nayru knew she would be back. She always came back. Then she felt the world tilt as her legs gave way underher. over did it this time… she mused before oblivion claimed her. All about the snap frozen beasts slumped to the ground already dead. They had died the moment her ice had hit leaving none. The spell had been focused on the beasts it touched nothing of that around them. Only the beasts and they were now dead, at least those who hadn’t escaped with their mistress.
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Post by Vahalior on Aug 10, 2005 7:23:58 GMT -6
Jahad had watched the whole battle unfold, it had been intresting to watch to say the least. Angels and demons always fought each other with that little bit of extra zeal and hatred that was so intresting to watch. He had no real liking for Rephiam however, so he had chosen not to bother helping her escape when the angel had suddenly decided to freeze all the flesh beats. With a slight thought, his vision shifted slightly to reveal the magical energy flowing throughout the world. THe wolrd swirled in strange lurid hues. Two particularly bright spots by the Angel, and what, though initially hidden, now appeared to be a cross between an angel and a demon, transfixed, Jahad moved slightly towards them like a moth towards a fire.
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Post by Sanity on Aug 10, 2005 13:38:37 GMT -6
Darkhaven looked over eyeing the women who Rephaim had called Snow. He had barely moved during the fight, instead he had took to an alley to watch, he would not waste energy when the girl seemed to wish death upon what would have been his opponent. He came out now, a large hood covering his raven black hair and his face a she looked up, his tough skin, and worn features coming into view as he pushed the hood from his head. His thick messy hair falling along his shoulders as he stared his mystic gaze upon the angelic creature and then the goblin. In most cases he would be long gone and out of sight not needing to mingle were death lay. But he was concerned for what Rephaim had said about this women..and about what he felt. He walked closer and could feel the air about her, a chilling effect upon his warm flesh. But still was this sort of mysterious power this pure essence that made him calm, his fierce eyes calmed and he felt his senses tingle. His pendant, which was stuck to his chest seemed to send out a altering vibe. The two auras clashed, and melted together. Morana’s lifeless rage, and what could only be Vitus’s healing presence surround them both as he stood above her bleeding form. “So it is true..she has it..my equal…”
He looked over her already healing form as he bent down and picked up her limp body into his arms, eyeing the goblin as he walked into a ransacked and life-abandoned building. The stench of death lingered there, but so it was in all the buildings. He put her down, looking over her form, a feeling of distaste rushing his body. Vitus..weak and pitiful, her angelic body clean and pure…his pendant fused with his thought in screaming distaste. But still she held a power over him and his pendant..as disgusted as morana was it wanted to draw closer, to shed its wrath upon her form. H shuddered and stood back, reaching into his pocket as he withdrew a light violet stone and placed it upon her chest…a healing stone that was so very rare in these parts.
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Post by Exiled on Aug 10, 2005 15:41:54 GMT -6
"An impressive display indeed..." Said a boyish voice from not far off behind them, Marcus stood there fore a moment, watching saying nothing. His hood was down and his robe slightly open, the large sword hung across his lower back, sideways. Suddenly he moved towards them, chaotic energies swirled invisibly around him, the dust and sand kicked up. Moving seemingly randomly it settled after Marcus left the immediate area. "Marcus Reymond." He said simply smiling quietly he watched them almost eerily, without a word.
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Anna Molly™
Ice Breaker
My Devil danced with his Demon and the fiddler's tune is far from over.
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Post by Anna Molly™ on Aug 11, 2005 0:46:10 GMT -6
Landing into White Ridge a little past afternoon, Nix frowned as the blistering desert heat hit her. She had been expecting at least a breeze considering the cool climate of the forest. Beige wings feeling heavy with the moisture in the air, she folded them in, the sickening stench of decay spoiling the air. She looked around, realizing the city hadn't been vacated. It instead, had been the site of a massacre. Judging by the bodies lying around the area, dark pools of dried crimson and mangled limbs the most repeated feature; she concluded it had been done by the hands of countless demons.
Or barbaric humans of a sort... She let herself into a not so blood covered pueblo, nose twitching at the new stench hitting her. Sapphire irises taking in the sight of the swiftly killed victims, she nodded. It is far more likely to be of demon nature...humans tend to always bury their dead. Finding two corpses, she picked them up by the nape of their neck, creeping outside to the garden area. Laying them down, she began to dig subconsciously with her claws. Why is that so? Certain demons hold the capability to do so if they are not mindless minions.
Her first shallow grave finished, she dragged the body of the young woman inside, making haste to cover it back. Working on her second grave, a shadow passed overhead, white locks tussled crazily from the chill breeze. Nix threw her head back, catching nothing out of the norm. A winged traveler… She frowned prominently, hoping whatever it was avoided the little city. I do not have time to find elsewhere to stay. Placing aside her worries, she put the body of the young man in the grave. She covered him up, whispering a rapid prayer for the dead lovers.
Cleaning herself as best as she could with a nearby well, Nix entered the former lovers home, nose twitching from the sour smell. Only able to ignore it, she shut the door silently, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. “Hmm…” Locating a dying candle, she lit six more composing the room, a dim yellowness cloaking the area. Sweeping off her cloak, she threw it on the bed, dropping her travel bag on top. “It will have to do.”
Nix worked on cleaning the small tan abode, wiping clean the splatter of blood decorating the plain ash table and wooden floor. Stubbing her finger on a shard of glass, she paused, grimacing. Slowing her heartbeat, she exhaled heavily before popping her finger into her mouth. Lapping up the blood tenderly, she scanned the window area for any more shards, anything else that could pierce her skin. A particularly large shard glinted under the rays of dying sunlight, jagged edge calling out to the half-breed. She stopped her hand short of the glass, wits kicking in.
Retracting her hand from the glass, Nix turned aside, cheeks flushed in a familiar emotion, one of the few she felt. Gulping, she busied herself with scrubbing the already clean table. I can not help how I am…so why do I feel so…sullied? She sighed, giving up in her useless effort to clean the room. Letting the tattered pink clothe rest on the table, she sauntered over to the bed, stopping at a movement from the shadows. Oh? Amused, she grabbed hold of Ombra, pitching it into the floorboard. The floor let loose a squeal, shadow stuck beneath the grip of her dark sai. Crouching down, Nix eyed the being, dubbing it a minion by its weak movements. “Do you desire freedom?”
The thing hissed in response, only stopping once it realized it had no effect over the apathetic Nix. Its slashing died down some, cold red eyes staring up from the ground. Seeing she had some obedience, Nix wrapped her fingers over the hilt of her sai, not yet moving it from the floor. “What is it that brings you here? What is your purpose?”
“Miiisssttrreesss caaalllss….” Slurred out the shadow. Voice holding excitement over the prospect, it finished. “Anniiiihilaaaatiooonnn…” A rich cackle left the being, laughter increasing as Nix freed it.
Automatically, it slashed across Nix’s arm, the half angel sinuously ending its life. Blood gently sliding down her arm, she got to her feet bitterly. Wrapping her cloak over her waist, travel bag hanging over her good side, she left the home. Her brows rose at a scene in the distance, angel sending blades of ice crashing to the earth. Casually strolling in the direction of the battle, she grimaced as she carved back the scriptures in her arm, forehead coated in a light sweat upon finishing. Hate that feeling…though it is almost better than… She trailed off in her thoughts, coming to an icy barrier. It was more than likely incidental that it had been made and while Nix could have easily flown over it or walked around, impatience got the best of her.
Letting her bag and cloak drop, she meticulously approached the barrier, almost gliding in step. She narrowed her eyes, an angry gust of wind pounding into the wall. Ice shattered into a million shards, exploding outwards into the awaiting scene. She called up a second breeze, the shards hovering in the wind, frozen in time. Nix sauntered through the cold shards, ice chips carelessly knocking into her shoulder, winds and ice a cool comfort in the heated atmosphere. Seeing nobody in the immediate vicinity, she released her hold over the shards, ice crashing over the blood covered field. Conjuring up a second wind, Nix blew her cloak and bag into her hands, turning the corner placidly. Blue returning into her eyes, she blinked bemused at the crowd of demons, angels, and spirits, a goblin barely visible in the alley along with a strange human of sorts.
She coughed lightly for attention, avoiding expressing her annoyance. “I am sorry, but is this not a dead town? Was it not supposed to be empty?” Her voice expressed only curiosity, Nix in wonder as to what the high holy hell was going on…
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Post by Kaisar on Aug 11, 2005 3:23:47 GMT -6
Unconscious though she was Nayru felt vaguely away of the presence of two entities, one pulsated with death and wrath the other something else. Then both were washed away by a warm light she felt her weariness disappear. She grunted and opened her eyes sitting up slowly. She could feel her muscles protest at the sudden movement her body not entirely healed but she didn’t care she had a demon to hunt. Taking the stone of her chest she set it aside and looked about aware of several life forces each accompanied by something else. Her vision still blurry she rubbed at her eyes and looked about catching sight of a goblin another half breed something that could have been human. Then to her side she felt the presence of power opposite to her own pendant. Turning her head she met the eyes of the half demon she’d seen at the center of the beasts his hood was down revealing his face and long dark hair. Nayru didn’t know who he was but she knew the power of Morana, it was instinctive as surly as the power of Vitus washed over her countering the dark waves pulsated by the pendent of death. A power seductive and dangerous, it called ot her daring her to get closer and know its wrath. Nayru felt a shiver pass down her spine and looked away climbing to her feet she ran her hand carefully over the flesh where Rephaims claws had gashed the flesh. She feltk the world tilt a little more and closed her eyes, Vitus and the stone may have healed her injuries but neither could replace the blood she’d lost. Part of her, the vengeful side wanted to go after that demon and rip her still beating heart from her chest but the reasonable part of her said to take her time. The reasonable side won, combined with the strange sensation she was getting being so close to morana. Then she looked up at the half breed who stood by the door she had asked a question. ‘It wasn’t as dead as you thought… the corpses out there of the demon’s minions should be proof enough..’ she rubbed at her eyes again and sat down she still felt tired. anemic more likely I lost a lot of blood… ‘though it’s a dead town now… except for us… speaking of which who are you all?’ She looked about at them all her eyes lingering longer then she meant to on the wearer of Morana. I have to get away from him I think… these pendants are doing something weird to my head… She looked away and reaching under the collar of her shirt so her fingers brushed the warm metal of Vitus, it pulsated warmly as she felt a strange force come from it willing her to stay. Time enough to hunt the demon it seemed to say. Nayru in truth felt to tired to argue. Instead she looked at the tears in her clothing and brushed her hand over it letting the fabric repair itself leaving again nothing but the blood. I’ll have to get a new change these are a little too bloody.
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Post by Anna Molly™ on Aug 13, 2005 2:51:18 GMT -6
(Ooc: originally planned on extra lengthy unnecessarily long postie...but nowadays, things never go accordin to plan Short but somethin) Sapphire eyes taking in the scene before her, Nix stayed silent as if contemplating her name. She pouted, closed her eyes, speaking quietly after a moment. “I go by Nix and come from the northernmost region. I am but a wanderer and nothing more…” She frowned, having more to say, but not seeing the point. I do not think I will be with these strangers for long...I can not...Nix lowered her gaze; focus on the floor beneath her. A small pool of crimson had started to develop on her right, droplets of scarlet sliding effortlessly down her arm. She lifted her newly scarred arm, annoyed she hadn't tended to it sooner. The scriptures had to be remade...but it was irresponsible not to mend the wound. Perhaps I should not have let curiosity grip me so?With no explanation, she plopped down to the ground, showing no care for the others around her. Digging into her leather travel bag, she took out spare pieces of clothe, tightly binding her arm. A few minutes into the process, she shrugged. It will do…. Her thoughts trailed off at the ruby beginning to seep through. She exhaled lightly, a harsh breeze leaving her lips. The blood came to a slow, stopping in its process of destroying her bandages. Lifting her gaze onto the motley crew before her, Nix eyed them over carefully, and yet for no longer than a second. The goblin, in the little movements she’d caught, seemed agile. The strange male…the only one who seemed human was…Nix nibbled lightly on her bottom lip. She remained emotionless, blinking pensively. Have I not seen one like him before?. Unfocused gaze on the angel and half-breed, her eyes began to express interest in the two. Their actions…their eyes…I have seen this in the humans before. She fell into a crouch, amused by the two. In the back of her mind, she’d been drawing a conclusion. What exactly, wouldn’t emerge fully to her. Dubbing it as insignificant for the time being, Nix crouched, enchanted by the spirit. The scent of blood lingered by his being, Niveus’s irises growing an eerie white in her brooding. He was beyond enigmatic, Nix baffled by the being. “Surreal…” With a grunt, Nix got to her feet, placidly licking her blood from her nails. Raising a brow, she inquired. “The demon minions…what was their purpose in a dead town? Or to be more precise,” She narrowed her eyes to the group, hair drifting in a freelancing wind. “If it is not too personal, why were they after one…or all…of you?”
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Post by Kaisar on Aug 13, 2005 3:01:15 GMT -6
Nayru had been watching nix tend ot her arm standing again she walked over ot the halfbred carefuly moving feeling a slight ease as she moved out of the males range. He set her on edge for some reason Crouching down she reached out slowly fingers brushing the female half breeds skin lightly. Vitus flared brightly for a moment parting a small amount of healing light sealing the wound on Nix's arm enough that it would not bleed. Then Nayru stood again. "going by what i have felt... Rephaim was hunting..' she glanced over her shoulder looking Darkhaven up and down. " i think.. she might have been afte him..." shaking her head. 'Doesn't matter though she'll come back..' Nayru sneered and then walked slowly out of the house. Normaly she could be cool and cold like a glacier. Rephaim though sent her blood to boil. Nayru wasn't one to stay calm and reasonable when that demon was near. "glancing over her shoulder she stood by the door frame. "my name not thats it matters is Nayru..." She stepped ouytside and began walking back ot the battle field. Intent to look for signs of the demon to track.
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