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Post by shinji on Jan 7, 2006 15:27:56 GMT -5
He laughed at her subtle hinting, taking a seat next to her. "Tomorrow is the day of reckoning for Adlehyde. And trust me, the Dragon Queen will die by my hand when the time is right. She is nothing and neither are the fools who travel with her." He glanced at Nieth with a smirk, taking her in his arms as they fell back on the bed.
"I know the perfect closing to such a dreadful day, yes indeed..." He grinned a wicked grin and kissed her on the lips.
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Post by sleeplessdream on Jan 7, 2006 15:47:08 GMT -5
"Oh I know she will, and I'll be there to see her blood spill.." her words trailed off, kissing him back. "Or do you.." Nieth teased, smiling, yes, she was 'smiling'. Staring at him, then. . .
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The sun kissed her cheeks, groaning a bit, a pair of crimson orbs fluttered open. Seems the curtains weren't closed yesterday. Turning her head over to the one beside her, Nieth sat up, remaining silent.
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Post by v on Jan 7, 2006 17:31:15 GMT -5
"Not like city." Gromnd folded his arms as he rose to his feet. "People say Gromnd evil, so try to hurt him. Then him get mad and smash heads and break necks and is happy because that fun. But not happy because then Skye mad because smashing heads not good." Gromnd replied grumpily as he trudged behind her, arching his back slightly and scraping his feet across the ground instead of actually lifting them.
"Skye tell them leave me alone?" Gromnd finnaly asked, picking Skye up and dangling her infront of his face.
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Post by Caligo [Inactive] on Jan 7, 2006 22:30:42 GMT -5
*NOTE: CHARACTER CHANGE - dark hair, longsword on hip*
Easily hiding himself from the golem and without much effort invisible to the eyes in the sky, the man in black remained hidden as he followed them. It seemed like Skye was in fact very much alive, for the moment, and that a formidable force saw it fit to change that. He kept on his higest guard, unnaturally aware, and his sights focused on the girl and the golem.
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Post by Archangel on Jan 7, 2006 23:58:18 GMT -5
The Gryphon circled in the air, watching the horizon for any threats. He hadn't seen anyone close, so he was checking off in the distance for oncoming trouble. And of course, the man in black escaped his view altogether. Harfang flew smoothly, his eagle eyes sharper than any human's, sharper than almost any other creature's. He could see incredible distances clearly, as if it was close and large. He prided himself on spotting a mouse move through the foliage from 300 feet up and a mile away. He could see that there was a caravan of merchants a few miles to the north, heading towards the city. And he could also see a couple of imps that had not been killed cowardly running away to the southeast. But there was no danger anywhere close that could be seen with his sharp eyes.
Soon the pair, girl and golem, got to the city limits, and began to mingle into the passers-by. Harfang swooped down a good few blocks in, and landed on a building top, perching like a bird of prey. He curled up his lionish body and stayed still, watching the girl and the golem stepping down the street. His eyes especially focused on the girl. Again, he got the feeling that there was something wrong with her. Not something bad, per se. But there was just something that he did not like about her. Something about her features, about her body, that just made him angry inside. He would never show it to her, he was far too much a gentleman for all that. But he would ponder it every time he saw her. And he had a strange sort of premonition that that would be quite a lot.
He focused again on keeping watch over the two of them, and pushed the sordid thoughts aside. He had a job to do.
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Jan 8, 2006 1:56:04 GMT -5
Nuri soarted over the city circaling above it for several minutes before desending until she was close enough to get a good senseof the city. Her senses immediatly recoiled as the unnatural stench of death and decay. Quickly she circled above it again away from the stench her senses reeling from what she had not only smelt but felt. Flying close to the Gryphon her solomn voice was tinged with concearn. "Disease follows at hels of Hapless Skye and simple guardian. Chaos Wolves roam wide and far Plague, War, Maddness and Destruction..." she turned her gaze downward and distant as if searching out the source of her discomfort but could see nothing.
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heh i felt like making a second character.
Name: Nariva Amitrasudan (The Lady of Chaos) Race: Demon Appearance: She stands close to six feet tall, her complexion is corpseishly pale, her eyes are wells of darkness that when gazed into hint at an unending and relentless drive ff insanity, death, domination and an unnamable expression so cold it can chill the soul. She is seen wearing black scale mailed top and breeches that are cut off above the knees beneath a black wolf pelt cloak. The head of the wolf sits over her long black hair like a hood. Her hands always look dirty especially her fingers which when in full light actually show the dried blood on her hands as well as her claw like fingernails. Where she walks a putrid aroma lingers. She wears no shoes of any kind. Faction: Evil Rank: N/A Weapon/Magic: Nariva carries a spear which is an odd weapon for its shaft is in fact in two pieces with only a silver chain to hold the pair together. When the spear is thrust forward it fly’s forward impales the enemy before being pulled back out by the linking chain. She also carries two dozen diamond shaped throwing daggers all dipped in a potent poison that kills slowly and painfully. As well as numerous knives and daggers concealed on her person. Necromancy:[/b] Nariva can summon forth the dead and bend their souls and bodies to her will. With those walking dead she may also infuse within them disease to spread when they are cut down thus killing those that fight them. Shape Change:[/b] Nariva is a master of altering her physical appearance to make herself appear as somebody else. One can never be sure where she will turn up next though the only tell-tail sign for her is always her eyes, no matter what colour they are always hollow and dead. Her most vile form however is that of the Chaos Wolf. Her form is vile and monstrous, containing aspects of all four of her wolves of Chaos. She appears diseased, her eyes burn like black pits she stands close to eight feet tall and has large blade like spines down her back. Her fur is forever changing colour into numerous sickening patterns. Her forepaws are more like six clawed talons instead of fingers each as sharp as any knife. Disease and Rotting: Nariva can inflict sickness upon others with a touch if their will is weak. She can also instill sickness within items to release their affect to kill slowly. She can also cause food and plants to rot and decay until it is naught but dust. History: Nariva is and always has been insane, but never was she the ranting kind of insane but rather the cold calm and callous insanity the kind that sets the mortal soul to ice. She may appear at times capable of many things but as she cares mostly for her wolves which are in a way an extension of her own twisted soul. She seeks for the stone if only to destroy everything. Nariva works for her own ends though she does a few odd jobs here and there for the Quarter Knights when it suits her. Other: The Wolves of Chaos:[/b]These wolves are the only companions she truly trusts. They also play spy and spread chaos wherever they go. Their names are Destruction, Plague, Madness and War. These wolves are solid enough to appear real but they are more the embodiments of their names. They roam wide inflicting the land with their malady and no matter what is done to them they always come back. A wolf may be slain but it rematerializes back beside its mistress to roam once more. Only with the death on Nariva will they cease to exist. Also the more war, destruction, plagues or madness there is the stronger and larger the wolves become. Plague:[/i][/color] Plague is a vile and mangy looking wolf. His once blue-grey fur is forever stained with blood and half dried puss from the raw, weeping and festering wounds that cover him. Where he walks plague leaves Disease and pestilence in his wake killing the young and strong and destroying crops to leave people to starve. When near Plague give off the distinct smell of death and rotting flesh a smell so potent even the strongest of stomach quail. Madness:[/i][/color] this wolf has no true colour for his fur is forever changing from one sickly and grotesque pattern to another. His eyes denote the very core of his nature being black voids of utter insanity. His cry drives the mortal soul wild and pushes only the weak and unprepared of heart into raving fits of madness setting all against the other. Madness is often seen prowling and he is constantly frothing at the mouth. War:[/i][/color] The wolf of war is bull shouldered and powerful. His steel grey fur is always mattered with blood just as it always drips from his maw and stains his muzzle. His claws are larger and more talon like then a normal wolf’s and along the ridge of his head and down his back are numerous bone like spines. War’s cry can drive father against son, Mother against daughter, friend against friend if their will is weak. Where he wanders men squabble and skirmishes break out. He is a warmonger and a killer loving the thrill of battle and the feel of life being snuffed out. War is relentless but fickle choosing its time and place to strike unless Nariva tells him to go fight or kill. Destruction:[/i][/color] by far the most powerful and largest of all the Wolves of Chaos, his coat is coal black while his eyes burn blood red like an unending fire. His growl is like thunder but when he barks its like an explosion. Destruction is always at his mistresses side, he doesn’t leave her unless she orders him for his power is never stable when he is far causing buildings to collapse or explode. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
From a deserted allyway a mangy looking creature watched as the woman Skye and her golem protector passed. Behind it someone coughed and the creature quivered with pleasure. Sickness was its domain and this city was a cespool of disease waiting to be unleashed but its mistress had commanded no outbreaks and Plague the wolf of disease would obey without question. it had a job to do, to watch and report on the movments of this woman and who acompanied her.
When hte pair passed it waited sensing rather then seeing another not close behind. This man is he was indded a man was familiar, Plague chuckled moving amoung the masses unnoticed and slipped along beside the man. "Fancy seeing you here of all places, My mistress will find this most amusing I think," Plagues voice was hollow and barly over a whisper and yet it carried to the mans ears as easily as if it had spoken normaly. "She might just deside ot come and have a nice little chat with you though... plague quivered. "We both know what her 'chats' normaly intail. Nariva isn't the most sane of people but I blame that on my brother Madness..." he sighed and looked about the city again. "Well seeing as we're following the same woman lets just keep out of eachothers way as much as possible..." He paused in his walking ears twithing and gazed skyward searching for something before he turned and loped away vannishing down another disgusting ally.
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Post by Archangel on Jan 8, 2006 2:52:31 GMT -5
The Gryphon cocked his eyebrow at the phoenix, completely confused.
"Chaos Wolves? Destruction? Pray, of what does thou speaketh, dear Nuri?"
For one thing, Harfang wasn't especially smart. He didn't even know that when she mentioned Plague, War, Madness and Destruction, she meant actual beings. He thought she was only referring to the concepts, and Harfang was fairly sure that none of this town was torn by plague, war, madness or destruction. And it didn't help that he had never believed the stories about the Chaos Wolves. He thought they were mere figments of people's fevered imaginations, nothing more. Whenever he had heard of a Chaos Wolf in this town or that village, he had merely scoffed at the idea, and written it off as the workings of a strange mind. So, when Nuri spoke of the Wolves, he did not know what she meant.
She seemed confused, however, and so he spoke to her in a very calming voice. "My dear Nuri, please, pay no mind to your inconstant feelings. I see nothing wrong, and neither dost thou. Mistress Skye and the mighty Gromnd are perfectly well, and will stay that way for quite some time yet. Please, do not worry thyself over such strange premonitions! We shall keep watch on them, as honor requires, and they shall be safe herein!" He didn't mean to be condescending, but his voice did come out like that, in a way. He certainly didn't mean to insult her....
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Post by v on Jan 8, 2006 14:22:41 GMT -5
Gromnd did his best to walk through the city and keep as lower profile as was possible for a being such as he. He didn't like it, too many people, too many faces, each potentially concealing something behind a mask of toothy grins and feigned ignorance. While the populus of the town generally seemed to be giving him a wide birth, a few followed behind him clutching various scavanged weapons. However, the fact he was clearly accompanying Skye seemed to keep them from actually becoming openly hostile.
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Jan 8, 2006 17:50:40 GMT -5
Nuri's cry was sorrowful as she soared beside the Gryphoon. "Blind Gryphon sees not what his instinct clearly doest know. Plague roams mazed streets, stalking hapless Skye!" she fixed the Gryphon with one firce golden eye tinged with red and spoke again. "wolves of Chaos roam where Demon Nariva send them. The Wolves are named Plague, Maddness, War and Destruction. Where Plague walks pestalince and disease rise in his wake. Maddnesses call send weak and unguarded minds into abyss of insanity. War's appearance brings about bloodlust and battle seting father against son, mother against daughter..." she cried out again in sorrow. "Destruction...... never leaves mistress side, power unstable and needs tight leash, where Destruction walks all is flames and death...." She glided down again searching the city with her senses but the sense of Plague was gone, she would have sighed if her bird form were capable but instead the only sound that came out was a soft sweet note. keeping her low altitude to continue searching for Plague.
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Post by Skye on Jan 8, 2006 18:09:54 GMT -5
Skye grinned and squirmed as Gromnd held her infront of him, "Gromnd you're my friend, I would never let them hurt you!" Gromnd nodded slowly and set her back down.
Upon reaching the city, Skye kept her eyes on everyone. She knew how savage people could get. It was when people began carrying weapons behind him she began to get irritable. "Alright, i'll be right back." Skye stopped infront of a tall, narrow building and looked to Gromnd then Harfang and Nuri. Upon heading up the stone stairs she moved swiftly, she had a bad feeling.
Outside it begun to rain a light drizzle, dirt slowly became a dark paste and men began to surround Gromnd, they had iron sledge hammers, picks and anything else that could do some work on stone. They looked Gromnd up and down; made him feel uneasy. "Golems aren't taken kindly 'round these parts." A man spat with a sheen in his eye. The others nodded in agreement. "We like to break em' down and use them to be a part of our good city, ain't that right boys?" "Aye." they said in unision. Suddenly the mob of men jumped Gromnd just as Skye came out. "Back off him!" Skye yelled, but the men didn't listen. Magic boiled in her hands, fire shot out and hit a man square in the shoulder. As he flew back, skin seemed to fall of in light flakes to show demonic skin undernieth... "They're demons..."
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Post by v on Jan 8, 2006 18:32:08 GMT -5
Gromnd roared as the men/demons approached him. The sound, reverberating off the walls of the houses, loosening rooftiles and shattering glass in places, filled with such a murderous rage, how it could possibly belong to anything other than a demon was unclear. He picked up two of the demons by the necks between his fingers, before balling his fist and smashing it, and them, against the paved street he was standing on. The bodies literally being crushed by the blow, one splattering blood, bone and gore, the other demonic entrails and ichor.
The Golem juddered, as though a palpiable wave of pleasure had just washed across its body with the blood, the crimson magic holding it together pulsing wildly, crackling with barely supressed energy. Showing no more concern for the men, and demons disguised as men smashing hammers against his legs than he would have done for a fly landing upon his body, he lumbered over to the nearest building, a small house, white walls built of wood and stone. He lowered his shoulder slightly, before ploughing at full speed into the building, sending the nearest wall and roof falling down on his pursuers. The calls to retreat couldnt not have come quick enough, soon debris was raining down on his aggressors, their howls of pain and anguish filling the air long before the final pieces of the house had come to rest.
Gromnd remained out of Skyes view for a time, though the sound of his animalistic howls as he smashed into buildings could be heard far outside the city. It wasn't clear what exactly he was attempting to achieve, if anything. It was as though that, with the humans of this town joinging the demons, they had lost any right to life, and Gromnd was intending to abuse this as much as possible. When he finally charged back into view his once black form was covered in dust, he seemed taller, his shadow somehow darker than before, magma boiling from his chest and dribbling to the ground, leaving small welts in the ground where it fell.
A man, human this time saw Gromnd approaching, throwing his weapon to the ground and running, yet Gromnd was too quick, literally crushing the man underfoot as he charged past.
"All die! ALL DIE!" He shrieked, before smashing into another building after another person who was weilding a sledge hammer. Though if he was reffering simply to his attackers, or to everyone in the town, was no longer clear.
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Jan 8, 2006 18:51:34 GMT -5
Nuri heard and warched the rage of Gromnd in horror as she felt the lives of mortal men snuffed out beneath the golems attack. Her body trembled with sorrow at the loss of life but at hte same time she understood these men were weak in mind, coerced by the demons. She dove quickly like a bomb her phoenix form disintergrated into ash about her leaving her humanized form. Without a second thought she landed atop the Golem his boiling fire no more then a tickle against her skin for she too was of fire.
Gromund actualy staggered under hte force of her diving tackle throwing him slightly off balance while Nuri used her own unnatural strength the heave the golem off his feet and throw him into a wall. "Kill no more angered Gromnd, innocent are lives that dwell within now, Demons do flee from golems rage!" she wipped the lava from her arms and held up her hands to show she was unarmed and meant no harm all the while a soft and calming song issued from between her lips, fear seemed to becoem diminished and evne those people who ran in fear slowed loking about as if they couldn't understand why they were running. A Soothing calm decended upon all that heard hte phoenix song. Nuri watched Gromnd keeping the full force of the song focused on him, she was unsure if it would work completely but if the golem could calm enough to regain some sense it might be enough to spear innocent lives.
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Post by v on Jan 8, 2006 18:58:11 GMT -5
Gromnd felt himself knocked from his intended course by something, before some strange music perforated the very core of his being. The notes, the melody, he could feel it literally reverberating in his very core, the music wrapping around his angered soul, leaking it, cooling it. The magma ceasing to boil from his chest almost instantly. Nuri could literally feel the heat, assumably from anger, dispersing into the air as the Golems body sagged slightly, the magical energy holding it together pulling the limbs slightly closer together once more.
Gromnd tried to growl, but the only sound that was made was a strange noise, simply like gas escaping under pressure. Its arms fell to an almost limp position as she continued singing.
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Post by Skye on Jan 8, 2006 19:03:38 GMT -5
Skye slowly walked over to the calming golem and the beautiful song emiting from such a magnificant singer. She placed her hand upon Gromnd's arm and looked at Nuri listening to her song. It was just so calming.
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Post by Archangel on Jan 8, 2006 19:29:53 GMT -5
Harfang was in the sky, his cry screeching through the air. He had watched the chaos ensue as Gromnd fought humans and demons alike, and had watched them die one by one. But he had not, could not attack. He couldn't tell the difference between evil demon and persuaded human, even though he could see from the entrails scattered about that there definitely was a difference. And so he circled around the group, unsure where to attack and when. But he wasn't unsure for long.
The demons that had started this madness, the ones posing as humans, had quietly been slipping off through the crowds as the normal, deluded humans died and died at Gromnd's hands. Harfang suddenly saw one of the vicious but cowardly demons as it slunk off into the shadows to one side of the street, almost disappearing into the darkness as it shed its human skin like a snake. That was something Harfang could take care of.
The demon was a small one, a Crested Demon of the Fifth Realm, and it was not particularly powerful. However, all demons had inherent powers, and all were dangerous. It slunk down the alleyway it had slipped into, moving as smoothly as a serpent, and its crested head darted left and right as it watched behind itself for signs of followers. There were none. And yet, as it reached the end of the alley, it found its way barred. Thick, ropy tendrils strung up from the ground, spraying upward and yet not moving, the contrast between stationary and mobile hard to understand. The demon reached out and touched one of the bars, wondering at the magic that created it, when its hand was snapped back painfully. It hissed, irritated, then began to call up a blade of fire to cut its way through the tendrils of water. It raised its hands, muttering the incantations....
When suddenly, it had no hands. Screaming in wretched pain, the demon looked up, and its hands literally dropped to the ground. There was a puff of air, and a soft breath, and suddenly its arms were gone too, falling to the ground, disconnected from its shoulders. The creature writhed in pain, falling forward, bleeding ugly black ichor onto the cobblestones. But as it fell forward, the ropy bars of its prison reached out and wrapped themselves around it. Before it could even scream again, they tightened unmercifully, and it literally fell into seven pieces. The pieces lit themselves on fire, disintegrating as the demon was banished.
Harfang moved quickly. His keen eyes missed no one as he searched out the fleeing demons and dealt with them, one by one. He flew from rooftop to rooftop, using his water whips and air blades to slice his enemies apart, then leaving them to burn of their own accord. Before Gromnd had even finished rampaging, Harfang had taken care of all the demons that had been at the scene. There had only been five living demons, but they had all been influential in starting the small riot, and they had all been lower class demons easily dispatched with magic. Harfang was proud of himself as he rejoined the others, the Phoenix's calming song stilling the great Gromnd and the people around him, and even affecting Harfang as well. He was not immune to the Phoenix's song. As he flew in closer and could hear the beautiful, peerless singing, he felt his heart lighten and his wings lift, felt his body brighten and his mind soothe. He set himself on the ground beside the golem, and sat down on his haunches, listening to the beautiful music. It was enough for now, just to hear her song.....
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