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Post by Skye on Jan 3, 2006 0:51:13 GMT -5
Protect this stone, it cannot fall into the wrong handsSkye knew the importance of this stone. She sat cross legged on her chair, staring out to the vast plains surrounding the city of mud and stone. With a sigh she stood and laid herself down on her bed, holding a black stone in her hand. She could remember that fateful day, when she was given a stone at childhood, her mother told her to protect the stone, and if it were ever taken from her, she must go in hiding forever. That was before her mother went to war, before dragons disappeared. For a long time Skye thought about her mothers words, the concern in her face when she told her only daughter. Skye just didn’t understand the meaning of this stone and her destiny until just a few years ago… Flames licked up the trees, burned the plant life as though it were nothing. A huge crevasse formed in the earth, a scorching fire raised from its depths, and what came from it was an army of death and destruction. Demons of all sorts lead by dark knights of the underworld all wanted the same thing; domination. They ruled the vast depths of hell, and they were tired of being the underside of the real world; they wanted to make all the races bow down to their massive power. As they took more towns and cities, they gained more slaves and soldiers. They would erect their own fortifications after burning a whole city just as a slap to the face of any others who dare to resist them. However everyone wasn’t willing to lie down and take it, they formulated a blockade of magic to hold the demons back while they formulated a mass army. Humans, dwarves, elves, behemoths, unicorns, everyone came together. However there was really only one thing that could stop this war. And that is Skye and the stone. The stone she was sworn to protect holds insurmountable power, where it is a key to a lost portal. On the other side of this portal is the most vicious dragons of all; Black Fangs. www.deviantart.com/view/2413821/Black Fangs are what the demons need to win this war, with the combined magic and physical power of the Black Fangs along with the army, nothing could stand a chance. And somehow the underworld knows where this portal is; what they don’t know is where that stone is, and the Dragon Queen. Their number one priority is finding the two; together. Name: Race: Appearance: Faction: (good? Evil?) Rank: * only necessary if you are part of the underworld; commander, foot soldier etc.Weapon/Magic: ( what type of magic i.e. fire, water, healing, assorted/ what weapons of choice) History: Other:Name: Skye Race: Dragon/human form Appearance: Dragon: www.deviantart.com/view/25013960/ Human: community.webshots.com/photo/160338622/535180560IAWBOCFabric fades from bright purple to pink to white Corset is black with white Hair is a golden/brown colour Skin is pale Black cloakFaction: GoodWeapon/Magic: Only magic, trained in the arts of white and black magic though is draining on her energy if too much magic is castHistory: well much as been explainedOther: Has been named, Queen of Dragons for as she knows, she is the last female dragon left, in fact the last dragon not locked away. Has been traveling in human form to mask her draconic spirit though can change at any point in time to draconic form. Has done many good deeds for people like healing and is currently in the Blood Plains city to heal the sick.Looking back to the dark stone, Skye shuddered. To open that portal, her blood must be spilt upon it, and every day the magic of that shield wanes. More powerful commanders were able to make it through, she’s seen them, she can sense their darkness if their not careful to mask it; thankfully the rest of the army isn’t strong enough to get through quite yet. Standing back up she slipped on her shoes and headed outside, she figured the dark commanders were searching for her right now. It was only a light drizzle outside but that was fine. She began to walk towards the edge of the city, looking out to the miles of flat land where tall stone spires jutted out from the ground. ”The blood Plains always give me a bit of a shudder,” Skye turned around, startled. A man stood there a smile on his face. A hood draped over his head, where long platinum hair swooped out and over his chest. His skin was pale, very pale and his eyes; an ice blue. Skye became suspicious. “Yeah, but right now it seems to be the safest place.” She looked back out to where mountains stood up in the distance, surrounding the whole perimeter. ”Safest place? Hah!” she looked to him in surprise as he walked ahead of her, “no place is safe really, and you don’t know what you’ll end up meeting.” ”Is that a warning?” Skye narrowed her eyes at the back of the man “A warning? Of course not!” he turned around flashing a toothy grin, “I’m safe.” She shuffled her feet a bit, her hands behind her back as she studied the ground for only a moment, “Anyway I better be off,” she looked back up and almost fell over at how close this stranger was. “Nice stone,” he nodded to the stone attached to a chain which looped around her waist. He reached for it but Skye almost fell over as she jumped back, he gave her a strange look, an almost angry one, but was soon replaced by a smile, “I see, a memento. Very protective of it.” Skye walked off, “I need some time alone.” She began walking into the plains for some quiet time. As the distance grew between them, the man slowly walked in the opposite direction a smirk on his face, “be careful,” he mumbled to himself, “there are fiends out there.” And the strange man soon disappeared into the darkness of night. OOC: if you have any questions feel free to ask, haven't written an RP in awhile
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Post by v on Jan 3, 2006 15:50:36 GMT -5
Name: Gromnd
Race: Corrupt Golem
Side: Good (technically)
Bios: Gromnd can either be viewed as a unforgivable failure, or a amazing sucess. When the Mage King Zurok authorised Necromancy to be studied once again, soon the walking dead were seen wandering the country side, then someone had the bright idea of teaching the stones to live. Using merely 'it works on paper' style alchemy and numerous sacrifices, a potion was created to create give life to the stones themselves. Things didn't quite go to plan.
The potions ingrediants mixed with the various artifacts and rock, arranged in a vaguely human shape and began to work. However, a murderous vengeful soul, calling itself 'Gromnd' just so happened to add itself to the potion and screw things up. Years of wandering, unable to experiance anything, or effect anything had turned the psychopathic 'Gromnd' into a floating mass of the vilest dregs from the bottom of a humans soul. It was bound within the stone form of the Golem. As the Mage King watched from a balcony overlooking the room, he saw the Golem awake, and promptly go around killing everyone nearby. It rampaged about for a while, as Gromnd struggled to make himself 'feel' something. No emotions, no nerves with which to feel, only basic hearing and sight.
A creature made of black living stone, standing almost 7 foot tall. A dull red 'mist' covering parts of its body at times, which though lacking any visible joints, connective tissue or muscles, is capable of destroying entire towns. When angered, boiling magma leaks from its chest, dribbling to the ground and burning all life at its feet.
Gromnd is tied loosely to the side of humans. While due to its nature it is clearly more closely aligned with the Demons, he hates the demons with a firey passionate hatred that makes him appear quite the sociable fellow to humans. He knows they corrupted his soul to what it is now, and he knows it can never be changed back.
Still, that doesnt stop him hating them.
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Post by v on Jan 3, 2006 16:02:33 GMT -5
Skye heard the huge, lumbering form of Gromnd stomping up behind her long before she actually had cause to turn to see it. A tragic creature, corrupted to do evil in life by demons and its own madness, and now in death its soul forever tied to an unfeeling lump of animated rocks. It wasn't inherently evil, it just simply had no other way of expressing its anger, and assumably any other emotion (if it could truely feel anything by anger and hatred) other than with earth shattering, bone jellifying destruction. Skye had once saved it from a group of angry peasant, and attempted, without much sucess, to teach it less violent ways of expressing itself. Though Gromnd had no real intrest in this method, the fact that someone didnt run screaming or try to kill it was welcome, and had instantly meant it became very protective of her (not knowing of her true form).
"Skye." It groaned, its creaking voice sounding like two giant millstones grinding against each other. Its eyeless head giving her the once over, as though examing her before it continued it continued to speak. "I see Demons here. Me travel with you? Keep safe?" It slammed its two ebony fists together, releasing a cloud of dust and sending several small pebbles falling to the floor, though where exactly they had come from wasn't clear, its body never seemed to degrade. As though to illustrate the point, it pried loose a large fang which had become embedded in its shin and crushed it beneath its fingers.
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Post by Skye on Jan 3, 2006 17:16:13 GMT -5
Skye smiled,"Gromnd, of course you can be with me!" she put her hand on his arm, having to reach a little bit, "If there are demons, i'll feel much better if i'm with you." Both of them walked further into the plains until a lightning bolt sliced through the sky, followed by an instant roar. In that moment, the man from earlier appeared from behind a stone spire that reached far beyond anyones heads. "You." Skye growled. The man simply smiled and put his hands out towards them. Blue flames sprouted up around Skye and Gromnd, where imps www.ravenmimura.com/images/full/Imps.jpggrinned at them. "Attack them." the man ordered in a cool tone
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Post by v on Jan 3, 2006 18:19:43 GMT -5
The black rock that made up most of Gromnds chest began steaming, what little water vapour presant upon it evaporating as the creatures rage began building. A strange, unearthly growling noise escaped from it, though exactly where it came from (just like where its voice came from) was something of a mystery. Gromnd shook Skyes grip away and stood between her and the man with his Imps. A few of the Imps back away slightly as Gromnd ground its right palm against its knuckle. One of the Imps launched itself at Gromnd, claws outstretched and tail wrapped around a rusting knife. What exactly it thought it could achieve wasn't clear. Gromnd caught it mid air, the fingers bound with magic clenching around the Imps arms.
"Not like you." Gromnd droned, before ripping the imps arms free from its fleshy moorings and throwing them at the closest imp, who instinctively sprang backwards. Gromnd then ground his lower and upper leg together, creating a foul sounding, grating noise as he did so. Punctuating the end of his little display by introducing the twitching Imp to his boulder like foot.
"Attack." The man repeated, this time slightly more forcefully and, commanded by his words, a few of the Imps cautiously edge forward. Gromnd stood inert, letting them edge closer, claws raised, or in some cases strange daggers cut into various shapes. When they were close enough he cast his arms wide and spun his torso a full 360, knocking many of the Imps off their feet, some even unconcious.
Gromnd moved his gaze, taking great time to stare at all of the imps who were circling around them, but not daring to actually get close enough to harm the one he protected. Convinced that no stupid, or unwise actions were going to follow Gromnd turned towards the man, placing himself directly between him and Skye, crouching slightly so his massive bulk obscured her from his view completly.
"Who you? Go away." He snarled, picking up the mangled Imp corpse and throwing it at the mans feet causing the creatures blood to splatter across his robes.
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Post by Skye on Jan 3, 2006 19:05:08 GMT -5
The man looked at the Imp corpse in disgust, raising his gaze to Gromnd he pulled his hood down taking note the woman he spoke to earlier was completely out of view. Instead of replying to Gromnds question, a sudden bolt of white light came from the man and hit Gromnd, where the light bounced off and hit the ground. Suddenly the Earth began to shake, and a light grey golem burst from benieth the blood plains surface and it cocked its fist back to attack Gromnd. The Imps fell back and took to the air, beginning to dive bomb Gromnd to be a nuisance and distraction.
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Post by Archangel on Jan 3, 2006 20:53:16 GMT -5
Name: Harfang Race: Gryphon Appearance: Harfang looks a little bit like this: www.deviantart.com/view/19928921/ However, his plumage is dark brown, bordering on black, with red trim around the wingtips. He stands at a good 5'0" by the top of the shoulders and about 4 feet long, but his wings extend four times his length when fully extended. He also has claws just as sharp as any lion's claws or eagle's talons (not shown in the picture), and his beak is vicious as hell. His eyes are golden and beautiful, deep and piercing, and his plumage is always incredibly clean. Faction: Good Weapon/Magic: Harfang carries no weapons, besides his natural claws and beak. However, he is a magical creature, and therefore is blessed with various powers of the Assorted variety. * Blades: Harfang can form blades of pure wind which launch from his wings. They can be small and feather-like, cutting the enemy apart with a million small stings, or they can be large and heavy, hitting like a broadsword and knocking a creature down. * Whips: Harfang can form large or small tendrils of water from any water source to slap, grab, crack, or simply whip his enemies. He needs a water source to do this, but when he has enough water, he can entangle feet in dozens of whips, slash flesh with his tendrils, or crack loudly. This is also useful because he could find water even in places that don't have much and make it flow to the surface. * Acid: As a gryphon, Harfang has naturally acidic saliva. This saliva is particularly plentiful, and can be spit at least a distance of 25 feet, having very fast burning capabilities. * Mild Heal: In a pinch, Harfang has a healing touch. Wounds he pads softly with his lion-like paws are closed faster, blood stops flowing sooner, and bones that are badly broken heal more quickly. He is by no means a miracle worker, and could never bring a person back from the dead. But just his touch is enough to help heal any wound. History: Gryphons are natural enemies of dragons, although why this is remains a mystery. There are some who say that some ancient feud in a time long past has always been between them, and they can never reconcile that difference. Harfang is no different. Since Gryphon-kind is dying out, their natural rivals the dragons gone and their meaning in the world far reduced, Harfang is a lonely wanderer. He searches the land far and wide to find a female Gryphon with whom he can mate and to continue his race. However, in the times when he is not searching, he is a noble protector of the weak and righter of wrongs, which makes him very popular among the warrior types. Other: Gryphons are intensely noble beings. Their entire value system is based around honor and chivalry. They cannot do anything unless their honor allows it, and anything against their honor system is completely undoable. But, along with this nobility, comes a sense of pride. They are very proud, arrogant creatures, known throughout the lands for being aloof and standoffish, even though they are fighters for good. Harfang is no different. IC: Suddenly, out of the sky, there came a piercing eagle shriek, more powerful than any mere bird, and more noble too. From out of the blue dropped a dark, heavy shape, and suddenly the imps were under attack. There were claws, and flashing teeth, and membranous wings fighting feathered ones. A cluster of imps with something large and commanding in the center crashed to the ground, rolling wildly on the dirt, the imps roaring and the figure in the center shrieking its feral call. There was a crash, and the sound of claws ripping through flesh, as suddenly, from all around the creatures, rose a forest of tendrils. The tendrils were, of course, made out of water. Whipping this way and that, the tendrils moved fast enough to crack loudly, and to rip and tear flesh and sever limbs. Along with the wildly whipping tendrils, a cloud of heavy, noxious smoke drifted up from the group, as if there were chemicals being used in the center. And then, it was done. Imps lay strewn about, their bodies slashed and burned, while the rest moved a slight distance away, watching warily. And in the center stood Harfang, his beak dripping acid, his claws dripping ichorous blood. He rose to his full height, his wings outspread magnificently, and it seemed the sun caught his feathers just right, setting a corona of flame around his glorious head. "Fear not, fair lady! For I, mighty Harfang, will defeat thy foes and discharge them from thy company!" Gryphons always spoke in such ponderous, overbearing speeches, and it was quite annoying after a while. But the imps were looking twice at the creature, who appeared barely winded and ready for battle. And the two golems fought on....
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Post by Skye on Jan 3, 2006 22:13:36 GMT -5
When Skye saw the golem appear and prepared its attack she bolted out from under her friend, she would only be a hinderance if Gromnd tried to defend her. It was then she saw Imp bodies strewn about and mauled. "Fear not, fair lady! For I, mighty Harfang, will defeat thou foes and discharge them from thy company!" Skye turned to see a gryphon... a gryphon? She stepped back for a moment a blank expression, her instincts told her to fight but she had to hold back. She was in human form. "Thank you... Harfang," Skye looked over to see the man who stood there only moments ago, out of sight. "He fled." she murmered, she had a feeling this wasn't over. Suddenly another screech from the air. Skye looked up to see a fleet of fern-demons heading their way www.avians.net/rkc/concepts/fern-demon.gif. Skye wasted no time, holding her arms out to either side of her, the head fern-demon leading the pack burst into flames, shrieking as it plummeted to the dusty ground, while it was grounded, it was not out. It began running towards her, skin blistered and charred, feathers gone but she simply swung her arm sharply down to her side and the fern demon got knocked down by some invisible force, she pulled her arm back and swung it out again, the downed fern demon got hit hard in the back and was thrown several feet. The force was large enough to kill it. Skye looked back to her friend Gromnd.
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Post by v on Jan 4, 2006 7:36:41 GMT -5
To a passerby, it would have been easy to get confused with exactly who was the 'demonic' construct, and which had merely been corrupted by them. One Golem, much more natural looking made of a light grey rock with rounded features, its arms fashioned to appear muscled added to its more complete apperance. Small rocks held in place where knees and joints should be, hiding the swirling magicks that kept Golems animated. Gromnd however, lacked that certain 'human' element. His black, rough, almost jagged form had a certain primeval edge to it. The magical energies entomb were bared to the elements, though not the usual white swirling mist, but dull red. The rocks themselves were simply that, rocks pried from the ground. No effort had been made to round them, or alter them in anyway to make him look more humanoid.
The lighter colour golem was clearly the agiler of the two, though only by a small amount. He flailed his arms wildly at the summoned Golem, its arms were raised in defence, though that couldn't stop the full force of the blows. It staggered backwards under the force of blows being hit against it, unable to actually do anything other than defend without risking exposing itself to one of Gromnds attacks.
"Fight me" Gromnd roared, before attempting to deliver and uppercut to the summoned Golems 'face', its arms somehow managing to get in place just in time to block the vicious blow. It staggererd backwards, almost tripping over its own feet as it struggled to maintain its balance.
"Kri-ash'a-H'll" The summoned Golem suddenly pulled its headback and roared. Strange swirling patterns and carved runes running burning hot across its form. Gromnds next punch hit some invisible wall, and sent him flying backwards, before leaving him sprawled on the floor. The summoned Golem pointed one of its humanlike fingers at Gromnd, before a wave of energy travelled across the ground and crashed against his prone form. Gromnd roared in pain as his body arched as the magical energy slammed against him. His fists clenching, then unclenching as he did so.
The summoned Golem looked at Gromnd, before laughing. A deep, rummbling laugh that easily gave away its demonic nature, the runes dancing across its form as it did so. A slung rock silenced its laughter.
Gromnd raced towards the summoned Golem, taking advantage of its momentary lapse of concentration. The dull red magical energy that bound him together now pulsing, throbbing with barely supressed magical energy, the magma now leaking freely from Gromnds chest. He rammed his shoulder as hard as he could against the summoned Golems chest, sending fragments of grey rock falling to the floor and leaving a sizeable imprint where he had done so. The surrounding rock cracking, weakening from the sheer force of the blow. Magical energy began to leak from the blow, the summoned Golem drooping slightly as its life force leaked away. Seizing on the advantage, Gromnd grabbed the summoned Golems face, before slamming it against his knee, finishing the attack with a fierce punch to the summoned Golems already weakened chest. While the blow wasn't strong enough to pass through the chest, it was enough to shatter the rock completely. The Golems body tensed, the back arching, the limbs going limp as tendrils of black, chaotic energy arched across its body. When the magical energy binding the Golem together failed entirely, the rocks simply fell to the ground.
Gromnd gave the rocks a few experimental kicks, before roaring in victory and walking back towards Skye, who now seemed to be accompanied by a strange looking creature, which at least wasn't attacking her, so it was probably friendly. While the magma bubbling from Gromnds chest had reduced considerably, a small amount still escaped by the time he reached them. He scanned the area in puzzlement. "Where man go? Skye not hurt?" Then his gaze fell to Harfang. "Who....what you?" His head cocked slightly, his droning voice filled with curiousity.
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Jan 4, 2006 8:30:26 GMT -5
Name: Nuri Race: Phoenix/Human Fusion Appearance: Human:-[/i]This being is a strange creature, her voice carries like song mixed with words revealing something of her Phoenix self much like the pair of black feathered wings that when the light of the sun hits them just right look like they are fire-red not black much like her long waist length hair tied back in a tight plait. Nuri is unusually tall as well standing almost eight feet tall though her build is slender almost willowish like a good breeze would blow her over. Despite this she is also supernaturally strong thanks to the curse of her fused body. Feathers much like those of her wings but far smaller rest against the very edges of where her hair stops and her face starts. She wears mostly black, fire-proof leather breeches and vest. The oddest thing about her though is her eyes which change colour depending on her mood. Phoenix- Nuri becomes a Phoenix black in colour with feathers that have a red sheen much like her hair and wings in human form when sunlight touches them, her size rivals that of any medium dragon with a wingspan of twenty-five feet. Her tail feathers like all Phoenix are much like a hawk’s but for two long feathers that resemble a tail feather of a Peacock ending in an oval shape and marked with golden eyes patterns. Faction: Good Weapon/Magic: In her human form Nuri wields a longbow mad to her exact height with arrows fletched with her own feathers. She also has two short curved swords strapped to her thighs, their blades the same thickness as the grip until the sharpened tip and a vicious looking pair of daggers. One is curved and devilishly sharp while the other is straight thick bladed and ends in a reverse hook made to cause more damage coming out then going in. Fire/Explosive Arrows{Human}:-[/b]The arrows are spelled with her own natural fire magic to ignite as they fly and explode with fire upon hitting a target as well as always flying straight and true never missing a target. Fire Magic{Human}:-[/b] Nuri can master any fire whether it is magical or natural fire. Though she is limited in the amount of fire by her mental strength and the power of the fire. Burn Out{Phoenix}:- This ability allows her to ignite into a living flame in the shape of a bird making anything that touched her fire ignite and burn until nothing is left but ash. Phoenix Tear’s{Phoenix}:-[/b] again more a natural ability then magic but then again they are closely linked. Her tears heal almost any wound s of the living but because of her human contamination the healing power is limited. Phoenix Song{Phoenix/Human}:-[/b] when the mood suits her mood or if she is using an enchantment in her voice to compel or affect enemies/allies. History: Nuri’s past is shrouded in mystery with none but perhaps the one who made her what she was to know the truth. She was once two beings but now she is one, those that can see the energies of the soul or sense them would see two conflicting energies one immortal and unending the other mortal. Other: N/A (for now)
IC: Those of the Fern-Demons that remained above prepared ot dive but stopped as a sweet and terrible song filled the air. They shrieked rather then roared milling about in confusion as the song grew loader accompanied by the roar of an inferno. Living Fire plummeted through the center of the confounded demons igniting five instantly so they plummeted like fireballs to the earth bellow. The living fire dived and swerved, twisted and spun among the demons some unlucky enough to be caught with its claws or wings until only three remained. The bird shaped fireball died down until all that remained was the true form of the creature that assaulted the demons. The song had ended while the bird attacked and now the three demons had regained their senses they shrieked their rage and attacked the Phoenix who twisted pulling it’s wings in and dived letting the Fern-Demons chase it towards the earth below.
The ground rushed to meet the plummeting phoenix but Nuri was no fool she spread her wings suddenly catching the air and pulled up streaking across the ground like a shadow while a sickening ‘thud, thud’ sounded behind her. She called a shrill and musical cry terrible and triumphant while the last remaining Fern-Demon continued to give chase. Nuri rose up into the air again taking her over the top of those who fought the imps gliding to allow the fern-Demon to catch up. It roared at her but Nuri made no challenging reply, she waited judging the distance between her and her enemy before suddenly pulling directly up soaring over the top of the Fern-Demon and twisting in the air her feathers disintegrating in an instant to reveal her humanized form. She landed on the fern-Demons back and drew her dagger, taking firm hold as it tried to buck her free. “Not this day ugly brute,” she hissed driving the dagger home into the beast’s neck, black blood spurted from the wound and the demon started to fall. She smiled coldly and let go spreading her wings to watch from the sky as the Fern Demon slammed into the ground tumbling like a rag doll, if it wasn’t dead before it hit the ground it was now. Turning around she flew steadily back towards the group that had appeared on the Blood plains wondering who they were and why they were here. The was not aware such creatures existed here, it was odd…
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Post by Skye on Jan 4, 2006 11:10:04 GMT -5
"I'm fine Gromnd, thank you, but-" when she went to look at the fern-demons she paused, someone was already dealing with them; and quite well. She watched the whole spectacle intently, trying to figure out exactly what was fighting them, she didn't realise until the end of the battle, that is was a phoenix. "Wow, quite the gathering." she rubbed the back of her neck.
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Post by Archangel on Jan 4, 2006 11:56:26 GMT -5
Harfang screeched loudly, his eagle's cry far louder than the Phoenix song. He screeched in triumph as he watched the Phoenix handle the Fern-Demons, igniting them into flames, fooling them, and finally finishing off the last one. And as he turned, he saw the Golem finish off its summoned foe, destroying it utterly and dispersing its magic. Harfang screeched again loudly, his wings outspread, and then focused his attention on the woman and the Golem.
He bowed extravagantly, his wings extended and his beak nearly touching the ground, as he spoke in a lofty voice. "My dear Lady, it pleases me to see thou unharmed. For sooth, twas a mighty battle, and our foes were of such a strength that even I, Harfang, maintained not some little impediment. But lo!, what uncouth creature be this, who standeth by thy side? Mighty Golem, I am Harfang, a Gryphon of most illustrious birth and proud heritage, and I greet you kindly! Thou hast fought well, mighty Golem, and it pleases me to see thou unharmed."
The entire time, Harfang had been sizing up the two of them. There was something about the woman he did not like. Something there was...irritating to him. Maybe it was her smell. Maybe it was her demeanor. Maybe it was something magical in nature. Harfang was unsure, but there was definitely something he did not like about her. And the more he thought about it, the more sure he was. Maybe she was evil...he had seen how she had dispatched the Fern-Demon with magic. Maybe that was the answer. If that was the case, he would fight both her and her rocky companion now, destroy them both. But no....how could she be evil? Demons had attacked her, and they only attacked enemies. No, there was something else.....
As he spoke, the Phoenix flew closer, her wings outspread, and Harfang turned and hailed her, speaking loudly from his beaked mouth.
"Hullo! Illustrious Phoenix! Thou hast performed splendidly! Quite a show it twas, and even I, Harfang, could do no better! Perhaps thou wouldst pleasure to join us, here on the unpressed earth, so that we may discuss the comings and goings of this small group?"
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Post by v on Jan 4, 2006 12:35:32 GMT -5
If Gromnd had of been capable of facial expressions, his face would be one of total bewilderment. As it was however, he merely stood inert as the Gryphon had spoke. Skye had taught him language, true, though his grasp was severly limited, massively inhibited by the fact he hadn't really wanted to learn it. However, it did have its uses he had later decided, however limited his vocabulary was. It was also alot more expressive than simply dividing people into 'things to kill, things not to kill'.
"I Gromnd." It grummbled. "I make Gromnd name. Given name gone." It continued, its whole body slouching slightly as it relaxed. His mind instantly began thinking. It was true, he had lost the name he had been given centuries ago when he had been a human. His fingers subconciously stroked the base of the featureless rock that was his face. That led to another question, if he had lost his name to the sands of time, what else had he lost. An irritating question, and one which he could never ask outside the confines of his own mind. He simply didn't know how to express it. "Think other things gone too." He finally said with a sound similar to gas escaping, possibly supposed to be a sigh. He sat down, sinking slightly into the earth, though still easily came to shoulder height upon Skye.
He had long since learnt to control his murderous urges, to an extent, though the urge now as particularly strong. It took him a few moments to control it once again, and was almost alarmed at the specifity of it. Usually, he just wanted to kill and smash anything in reach, everything infuriating him for daring to exsist. Yet now, he felt a strange anger at the one human who didn't run screaming, or run at him weapons drawn. It was quelled easily enough, but deep down it worried him slightly. Why did he want that stone? It was black, yet not the same material he was constructed of (at least to the best of his knowledge), but maybe it was? Maybe she had stolen a part of him?
"No." Gromnd mummbled to himself, punctuating the word by hitting his head hard with one of his fists. The sensation faded instantly, and he looked back up at the assembled group. Wondering exactly what was going on.
OOC: Gromnd, prophecy and energy. Inside Gromnds head is a small wooden sculptlette of two 'children'. Assuming that an attacker is incapable of utilizing soul magic to remove the murderous spirit that is Gromnd (and leave the Golem a mindless construct), or cannot muster sufficent ice magic to cause him to become dormant (the colder Gromnd gets, the slower he moves), the only way to destroy Gromnd is to seperate the two children. Though only his creator has the power to seperate them. Should someone aquire this Sculptlette, Gromnd will probably not be very happy. However, should they snap it in two (only capable by striking it against a part of his creator, be it a bone or part of his tomb), Gromnd will die within minutes as the magical energies sustaining him fizzle out of exsistance.
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Post by Caligo [Inactive] on Jan 4, 2006 20:29:19 GMT -5
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Post by shinji on Jan 4, 2006 22:05:50 GMT -5
Name: Allfay Omfray Acegray Race: Demon Appearance: anthys.free.fr/sdkyo/sdkyo01_1024x768.jpganthys.free.fr/sdkyo/sdkyo06_1024x768.jpgFaction: Evil Rank: Quarter Knight - The Quarter Knights are the Inner Council of demons; the ones who want the Stone. Those who oppose them will be crushed. Weapons: A well kept sword of demonic energies. History: Allfay Omfray Acegray is an enigma. Though the world does not know what he is capable of, there is one person who knows all too clear... Other: To be known, to be known... IC: The group fought. They had pushed the demons back. The Dragon Queen had no comrades, but now she had friends who would die for her. And a man laughed. He found this amusing. The group had no idea what they had (unconciously) did. No idea that they sealed their fate by protecting the Dragon Queen. No idea that the Quarter Knights now wanted them dead. He noticed he had locked eyes with the group but made no move, except to tilt his head, while a sword was rhythmically tapped against his shoulder. The question as to how he could manage this while balancing (effortlessly) upon a (pointy) stone tower went unanswered. And he introduced himself. "Yo," said the man, in a cool tone, "I am Allfay Omfray Acegray. But enough small talk. I want the Stone. The rest of you, I could care two shits and a fuck about, but the Stone is mine. Step aside or you will be moved." He said this with a wicked grin.
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