Yunosuki
Order of Lumen
Lieutenant General
I will not give up...
Posts: 7
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Post by Yunosuki on Jan 16, 2008 9:23:19 GMT -8
"Dammit..." Yuno growled, turning to see one of the behemoths already coming toward the back of the village. "This way!" he shouted. "FOR THE ORDER OF LUMEN!!!" Though he wouldn't be able to make it to the green-haired sergeant just yet, he closed his eyes. "Oreta, Awai Tsubasa!" the white-haired man shouted, and from his swords, a pair of ephemeral wings sprouted. The wings spread out wide and he set flight into the air. Landing atop Lucian, he smiled. "If it is alright with you, Sir Lucian, may I stay upon your back and fight?"
Seeing Freya go off to fight Osirus' army, Yuno pondered going off to help her, but was stopped by the fact that there was still this green-haired man to deal with. Crossing his swords in front of him, Yunosuki prepared for the worst...an attack from that chain he held...
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Katsou Ren Shou
Order of Lumen
Knight
Searching for a distant land I call 'home'...
Posts: 22
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Post by Katsou Ren Shou on Jan 16, 2008 11:16:14 GMT -8
Now the fight was on. And a pace had been set. Surrounding Katsou, a wide girth had been made. As well as a small pile of bodies, and the enraged Katsou- who seemed more beast than man- was hacking Osiris's soldiers down like fresh corn. He dodged swipes to knock his head off, electrocuted the enemy with his fingertips and killed without fear, all the while letting his black kimono sway in the breeze- a foreboding sight to those willing to attempt to strike Katsou down. After a while of this, sweat coated Katsous brow. He was desperate for water and his feet were in agony. It was obvious that Katsou was getting tired- and the wide gap between him and soldiers of Osiris was getting smaller. Slowly but surely, cuts gathered on Katsou's flesh, and the kimono was torn and muddy. I cant go on he thought. I just can't go on. Then a giant soldier of Osiris, 7"6 and dressed in pitch black armour, took a swing at Katsou's side. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAtop a hillxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "What a drag..." Atrasuke, or more commonly known as The Man With No Face stood on a hill. It seemed as if he was always standing on a hill these days. Watching the chaos unfold but doing nothing. As usual, Atrasuke was wearing a green kimono/cape. But this time it was tied up at his middle by an orange ribbon. He wore his average half a metre high wooden sandals and brown trousers, tied at the bottom. Of course, atop his head, his Chinese peasant hat sat. The cloth hiding his face from view. He outstretched his arm, and then watched as his fingers, his arm, his torso- turned into dust and danced into the wind. Soldiers on both sides, noticed in there peripheral vision, a swirling patch of dust floating in the sky. Obviously made by magical means. Atrasuke whistled through the sky, keeping one eye on the field- intent on finding his student- Katsou. But his main thought right now was directed at Osiris. Atrasuke had cut Miao's arm off and left her for dead, obviously she was now on her death bed. That woman, although personal servant to the king himself, was blatantly in love with him. She would stumble home- stupidly expecting Osiris to be there. As messenger to Osiris and The order- though it was simply a part time job- it was still his duty to relay that message. That by the time Osiris wins- if he wins- Miao will be dead. Plus this fight was too good to miss. The swirling mass landed behind the King. When Atrasuke appeared, he was sitting on one knee- propped atop the back of the saddle. This entrance didn't beg Osiris to turn around and holler, just listen. "Osiris, fancy seeing you here! Its been a while huh?, guess what I'm doing here!" Atrasukes voice was full of sarcasm- but innocence too- like a little boy. "Actually don't guess, your in a bit of an awkward position at the mo'" He glanced down to the trail of decapitated bodies below. "Well let me pass on a message. By the time you reach home, your personal servant will have died. She was in love with you my lord, but you already knew that huh?" Atrasuke paused. "Her arm was hacked off by my blade. I thought you would like to know, ANYWAY! Any messages for The Order? Or do just want to blindly hack people up?" Atrasuke was one of the many few who could speak to the King like this. But it was still pushing it. Then again, wouldn't you speak like that when a body flies past?...
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Aden Vigil
Order of Lumen
General of the Order of Lumen
Clear and Calm as Always
Posts: 108
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Post by Aden Vigil on Jan 16, 2008 15:33:31 GMT -8
Aden’s eyes met the King’s as the man yelled his threat and a cold laugh escaped his throat. One that he only managed to save towards Osiris, ”Men! Do not fear him! He speaks larger then he can!” He rushed forward, already coating the armor in blood as he neatly killed a man. His weapons gave off a sickening melody as they were slashed at speeds quick enough to protect him, but also to attack and kill. Aden’s eyes weren’t on the King; he was not worried about fighting him just yet because a little birdy had informed him of a possessed General that needed to be taken care of rather quickly. Aden sighed as he looked at how meshed together his men were with the King’s. That meant he needed to fight his way back with speed to get to the General that had quickly gotten inside the village. Aden would just have to rely on his instincts for now as he took a breath and turned his back to the behemoths that he heard shrieking in pain before he dashed back through the crowd, killing and mercilessly wounding the demented soldiers that followed the King. Seeing their leader make such short work of them seemed to give the rest of those following Aden pride as they picked everything up.
He looked at the women who were running around and anger flared in him at the deaths he faced, “Inside!” He yelled to them all as he passed. He actually ended up running with a pair of twins in his arms after their mother had been killed in front of them. By now the General’s face was covered in mud, blood and a few other things that wouldn’t be mentioned. It was funny how quite a battle could become so disgusting. He held the twins close to his chest and used a single arm to protect all three of them. Thankfully the children were ok besides their sobbing, but he couldn’t help, but wonder how such horrible things could happen to such innocent and beautiful people like these. They had golden blonde hair that was appearing dark brown with the blood and the moonlight shining on it. It sickened him as he thought of the way the dark man had turned after killing their injured father, murdering their protective mother and looked at the cowering little ones as if they were a piece of meat.
That was one thing the General wouldn’t be forgetting soon. He stopped as soon as he got to a clear part of town and set them down before whispering where they should hide in their ears. He watched them run off before he turned back towards the battle. He took off running that way with an expression on his face that warned those against him to move out of the way. He had already lost count of the people he had killed, but all of them had been on the King’s side and he was keeping his eye out for more and he was planning on saving more children because no child deserved to live through this. Though, his anger was at their parents for not taking his warning a week in advance and just staying here thinking nothing would get in the city. That was what bothered the elf the most. The fact that people thought they were perfectly safe in this place.
He loved people feeling safe, but when he gave the warning to run it meant that they should have listened. He skidded through the dust and taking a quick second he took a drink of his water and then tossed it to an injured soldier from the Order who lay panting. Dust wasn’t a good thing to get in your lungs and Aden always put others ahead of himself, though the scars across his chest and back could show how little that had done to help himself, but he didn’t care much. Well, not really at all because if getting others farther meant taking the King back a step then he would do what had to be done. He came into view of Dulcimer, General Takashe and a few other soldiers along with this possessed knight behind them all on his own creature from hell. He had recently learned that the name of said creature was Behemoth, but he would relearn it another time and for now he needed to keep busy on focusing on the fight. He saw Lady Freya step in though and he turned to go back to where he had been. Freya was different and it was just by a little instinct and natural feeling that the huge creature behind her was Lucian.
Once again Aden could only trust them. By the time he reached front lines though one more of those creatures from hell was down and his men were a little more spirited. ”Fight to show them who you really are!” He called out loud enough for his men to here and he could see the spring in their step that they got from seeing that their General was back to fight among them. ”Osiris! Why are you sitting up there!? I’m tempted to visit!” Aden called out to the King as he killed the man’s soldiers a bit away from his. His eyes darted around to make sure nothing too bad was happening as he kept his movement up.
He was getting slow and cuts had started to appear along the few exposed spots, but nothing serious yet and he could and would deal with the fatigue for a while more. This was why he trained after all.
Plus, no one around saw his fatigue since he kept it hidden very well as he pushed himself. This was just another test.
Just another test that he couldn’t fail.
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King Osirus
Knights of Osirus
King of Alyssus[/u][/i]
Slayer of Shade, Imprisoner of Innocence
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Post by King Osirus on Jan 16, 2008 18:04:14 GMT -8
One behemoth down, at least a hundred or so men already dead. The Order was much more prepared than Osirus thought. Surely, they had been told of his assault earlier, for Osirus knew no General could gather such a force in such a small amount of time. He felt his anger boil as he thought of Draken and his lack of comptetance when Osirus had charged him with the spy's death. No matter. He was being attacked from all edges and his behemoth was spewing blood from its mouth, at least four or five spears sticking out from its large chest. But the behemoth, guarded with its face mask, was making more progress towards the village than Osirus gave it credit for. He would have to remember to use these beasts again in battle. But for now, he had a rather annoying fly speaking to him. So Miao will soon be dead, huh?
"No matter! I will merely replace her!" Osirus yelled as he quickly stole a glance to see Atrasuke behind him. He growled threateningly, his hair waving about in his face. "I suggest you leave me alone, pest!" Osirus growled as he brought his gaze back to the fight before him. Then, without warning, his behemoth bellowed and reared up. Osirus barely had enough time to untangle his wrist from the bridles of the huge beast before he felt his body slip from the saddle. With a quickly muttered word, Osirus poured black magic from his hand to break his fall into the blood soaked sand. Landing almost angelically on the sand, he watched as the behemoth continued to fight for only a moment longer before it suddenly stumbled, crashing into the ground with a violent shockwave on its left side, a giant Draconian arrow sticking out from its neck. Osirus growled in frustration, but ignored it as a group of young men from the Order pointed at him.
Pests...think they can take me on? I'll slaughter all of them... He thought. With a cruel smile, he held the Saevio sword out, his other hand laying against the blade. "Boil in the pits of Hell, pathetic maggots!" Osirus yelled. He swung his sword out and with the motion, a sickle of black magic blasted through the air and straight towards the men who were so foolishly running at him. The sickle sliced right through the men and Osirus laughed in excitement as he watched their torsos slip from their lower bodies and fall into the sand with a heavy thud.
”Osiris! Why are you sitting up there!? I’m tempted to visit!” Osirus turned, his huge black armor adorned with a fluttering obsidian cape. He searched for the man who had so boldly called out his name and found him. Aden Vigil. The leader of this little rag tag group. Osirus chuckled as he headed straight for Aden, much like a behemoth himself. He bounded to Aden, chopping down as many men as he could as he made his way through the walls of bodies, not even caring if they were his men.
"Aden! You've been a pain in my side for far too long!" Osirus roared as he swung his sword high into the sky, and bringing it down upon the elvin General.
Dulcimer had experienced just a little bit of pure hell in the mere second Takashe had appeared before him. But it was enough to bore an image in his mind Dulcimer would not forget for a long time. Had Freya and Lucian not appeared before him, Dulcimer would have surely died in that moment; as great as his shock was, he was sure he wouldn't have been able to fight the possessed General. In fact, the only thing he could do was stumble back and fall on his back side in fear. He didn't know who the goddess of beauty and salvation was in front of him nor the huge beast that was surely her protector, but he would have to remember to thank her if he lived through this.
Scrambling to his feet, he slipped off the roof, commanding the archers to do so as well. As he slipped from the shingled roof, Dulcimer could think of only one place to go. I have to make sure Bassette is alright! Dulcimer thought. As he took a quick turn to the left, he knocked on Bassette's door three times; the signal to let him in. The door hesitantly opened and Dulcimer barreled into the hut, watching as Azazeal quickly locked and barricaded the door behind him. Looking up, he could see Bassette sitting in her bed. But even if he had called out her name, she wouldn't have heard. She was deep in a trance, praying, pouring her power into the Order's army. Azazeal looked at him for a moment, a question in his eyes. Dulcimer shook his head and they knew the answer. This fight is not going very well...
It took the Sergeant awhile to recover from the peircing ringing in his ears. The explosion had thrown him in the air and slammed him back into the ground, debris piling on top of him. He had certainly not expected that. As he slowly recovered, getting back on his hands and knees, he felt blood seeping down his face from his ears. Reaching up painfully, his fingers traced over the blood for a moment, then he quickly looked around. Arrows had covered him, but had been deflected off his armor. He could hear nothing, but he could see Takashe on the roof and a man with white hair he was pretty sure he had seen back in the ranks of the Order. Israfel closed his eyes for a moment, shaking head. His long hair fell over the diadem on his forehead as he grunted, slowly getting back up on his knees. It was only then he noticed a large sliver of wood sticking out from his left shoulder, piercing the armor. Blood dripped down his armor and the pain was excruciating, but in his possessed daze, he could easily ignore the pain.
Slowly standing, Israfel took another quick glance around to see the archers retreating, the house closest to him still aflame. His eyes then caught the sight of Dulcimer running into Bassette's hut. Grunting with the effort of moving again, Israfel found his next mark. He ran forward, after Dulcimer.
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Takashe
Knights of Osirus
Vagrant
Posts: 8
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Post by Takashe on Jan 16, 2008 19:35:04 GMT -8
Taking notice of the Prophet and her retainer as they landed between him and his target, the bestial man growled ferociously under his breath. Because he had been reduced to nothing more than an animal, Takashe did not recognize the woman, nor did he realize her power. All that he knew was that she was interfering with his master's mandate - destroy Adrian Dulcimer. Whatever remained of his logic advised him to simply avoid the distraction that Freya and her guardian posed and focus his attention on Dulcimer.
Luminous gaze returning to Dulcimer, Takashe saw that the man had slid from the roof and was trying to escape! Anger seethed within his chest; his breathing became heavy and erratic. Part of him wanted desperately to inflict the worst pain imaginable upon Freya for interfering with his mission, and another was shouting out for him to go after Dulcimer. Understandably, this was a bit much for someone with a brain the size of a peanut to take. He was at a complete and utter loss...
That is, until Eltana revised his mental programming: "Israfel is chasing him to Bassette now, so don't worry about him. Right now I want you to focus on this woman. Kill her, and bring her head to the Temple of Lumen in Lyara. The Yearner of Woe and I shall be waiting there for you. Understand? That's a good boy!"
Takashe focused his attention solely on Freya, psychotic grin wide beneath his helmet. "Hag....go bye-bye now!!" he shrieked with childlike enthusiasm. Pointing his right glaive at the woman, he let out another demonic wail and lunged at her with remarkable speed and agility, preparing to slice her head clean off. Demented desires of defiling her corpse and eating her lovely face danced in his fractured mind as he readied himself to deliver the blow....
But something intercepted him before he could - a blinding flash of golden light - either a magical attack from a nearby ally or a divine intervention sent from the Goddess Lumen herself.
The unbalanced psychopath was hurled backward, beautiful white armor horribly charred, violet and pink plumes burnt to ashes. Ashtaroth, his mount, who had been engaged in combat with Freya's tiger, was completely incinerated by the light, whereas the Tiger was completely unharmed. Takashe lay broken on the roof, his erratic breathing slowly becoming more refined. A heavy black mist rose from his mangled form, dissipating into the night sky overlooking the battle.
"Takashe, something has gone awry with your fortification enchantments! If you've regained your logic, listen to me: Return to the sidelines, and one of Nikanoru's assistants will--"
Eltana's voice slowly faded into nothingness. Not only were Takashe's enchantments broken, but the mind-controlling spell that Eltana had cast over him so many years ago had also been broken - at least temporarily. For the first time in ages, Takashe was free to think and feel on his own. The crazy smirk that always blemished his pale face was replaced with a distraught and pained expression. He pushed himself up with what strength he could muster, resting his partially glazed eyes on the Prophet.
"..Listen to me, I don't have much time," he pleaded her hastily, knowing full well that Eltana could seize control any second. "Israfel is heading to Bassette's house, you gotta stop him! He's a good person; only kill him if you can't free him from Osirus' shackles!"
A crazed giggle escaping his lips, Takashe fell on his side, flailing about like he was having a seize. Barely managing to suppress Eltana's influence, he continued on, "That bastard Eltana and the one who killed your friend -- they're in Lyara, at the temple! Please, get them for me. Ugh, Lumen -- he's t-taking control back from me! They're trying to prolong the war -- they're helping Osirus just so he can kill more people! Eltana's gonna betray, stage a--"
"ENOUGH!!"
Takashe broke out into uncontrollable, mad laughter, his body again emitting a black mist. He snarled at Freya, glaring at her in unmitigated hatred as he lept into a crowd below without any weapons and very little protection. The unfortunate fellow was even more animistic than before; he was completely broken, unable to take commands from his master or fight off the psychosis that had once again taken control. All that remained within him was an urge to kill.
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Draken
Knights of Osirus
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Post by Draken on Jan 16, 2008 20:55:10 GMT -8
Draken waited, hidden and silent as he observed what was happening to Takashe and what he said to the Prophet. He didn't see where Dulcimer went off too, but his scent was still close. Then the general mentioned Bassette. Bassette... Where had he heard that name before? Draken came from his hiding spot to see the progress of the battlefield. He could no longer see Osirus which sent him into a slight state of panic for a moment and glanced around frantically as if Osirus was right behind him.
As more and more blood pooled into the streets, the recognizable scents were getting harder to track and identify. Every now and then, Draken would catch a glance at Dulcimer's scent but it was fading rapidly. He knew who the 'enemy' wanted and where they were going. Now he just had to figure out where that was... As he was in no condition for war, he would have to help but at the same time avoid direct combat. And being spotted by anyone who would recognized him. And dying. Quickly, he left his safe nook between the two huts, breaking his cover. His wings propelled him to the top of the hut, where he caught another whiff of Dulcimer. Any victim whose blood was spilled by Draken and escaped to tell the tale was just choosing another way to die- like a cornered, hunted-down fox. Dulcimer was an acception, for now at least. He was only helping him so that he may help himself. -Hopefully. From here, Draken had a better view of the overall battlefield. From here, he could keep a close watch on Osirus who had just gone into combat with Aden. They were both in for a rough skirmish, he thought as he ran his fingers over the wound recieved in their battle. His dagger plunged into the top of the hut's shingled roof and several recongnized smells prevailed over the stench of blood in the air. Yes- Dulcimer was here.
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Katsou Ren Shou
Order of Lumen
Knight
Searching for a distant land I call 'home'...
Posts: 22
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Post by Katsou Ren Shou on Jan 17, 2008 11:29:22 GMT -8
Darkness. A bitter taste filled his mouth. He could feel dew coated grass between his fingers, then cold and warm air around his body. He could remember nothing. It felt strange, soft and light like he had died. Have I died?Katsou couldn't answer. Then a ringing filled his ears. Katsou could hear his name. It was getting louder and louder- the crash of steel- screaming- elephant-like roaring- and his name, repeated over and over. xxx As the behemoth tipped back, Atrasuke lent backwards- falling to the death riddled ground. The wind rushed past the streamlined form, diving head first- but before his skull collided with rock, his body sprayed into the air as granules of dust. Do you think Atrasuke was bothered by the Kings words? Not a bit. The foolish King was winning, but not by much. And soon the tide would turn. He could feel it. The cloud of dust swirled about the battlefield. The ground was drenched with blood, and corpses were everywhere- but still thousands battled on. The thingyy Osiris goons had set up funeral pyres scattered all around the field in random spots. A large wooden pole, hoisted in the air by burly creatures of mixed origin. It must have stood as high as a house, surrounded by wood- set on fire and crackling. The pyres where acting as two things. A humiliation to both the Order of Lumen soldier atop it who would burn to death before his own men, and a smoke screen to hide many of the soldiers from arrow fire. The fire stank of death. A few of the pyres victims were already just ash on the bonfire wood, others, were tied at the middle of it- higher than the fighting- a few were screaming in agony from there wounds and fear of being reduced to compost, a few were still unconscious. Atrasuke watched the fires burn while he sped across the grey sky as a blot of bright grey dust. He took note of the people screaming. The people unconscious, and wondered why boys of 16 where fighting. Of course Atrasuke could kill them- his past had seen him kill a whole legion. But that was between him and an army- this war is between two sides- he would only fight if summoned to. A flash of purple, blowing in the cold breeze, caught his attention. Upon the front most pyre, a male hang. He was facing the fire- unconscious- and his long purple hair was gushing in the wind like water. "Katsou!" The dust screamed and rushed to the male form on the wooden pole, which slowly burned. "Katsou!- Katsou please wake up!-" the dust was gasping, not knowing what to do. Atrasuke watched the fire burning beneath them, and looked at the fatal wound on Katsou's side. He fought at the ties binding the male, but couldn't remove them- "Katsou, for the sake of Lumen- Katsou!"
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Post by Lourette on Jan 17, 2008 11:46:37 GMT -8
Seeing Takashe's sudden change, and his begging for Freya to go and save Bassette, the prophet couldn't do anything more for the man but obey his command. Seeing him leap down into the crowd, she wanted desperately to go and stop him from killing so many innocents, but she had to save her sister...
"Lucian!" the prophet cried, her eyes wide. "You must stop him!"
The tiger had been fighting off Ashtaroth, but when the blast of light had completely incinerated the beast, leaving him unharmed, the tiger was more confused than anything, his blood-stained eyes reverting to their normal azure hue. His mistress' cry reached the demonic tiger's ears, and, letting out a deafening roar, he shrunk himself down to the size of a normal tiger, the crystalline armor morphing along with the beast. Plowing through the crowd, the crystalline Lucian finally set his eyes on Takashe, allowing everything around him to take a hue of bright red again. Releasing a second roar, the tiger leaped, scarlet claws and eyes a twinkle in the pale moonlight.
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"You must let me go..." The injured kitsune struggled weakly against the grip of the pair of viera. "I...I'm fine... Just give me my--Hey! Give me back my paintbrush!" Akikaze tried reaching out for the paintbrush that Ceret had picked up and was twirling between two slender fingers, but ended up hurting herself more, and was stopped by Marette.
"Hush now," the young viera said softly, patting the kitsune's furry cheek. "Both of your arms and quite a few of your ribs are broken... Don't move..." She was going to say more, but a flash of violet light made the two females stumble back. Ceret had dropped the paintbrush, and a hand made of violet fire had picked it up. The bright burst of light faded and there, standing on her two feet, her arms and ribs healed, was Akikaze Kitsune-Onna, her paintbrush in her hand. "I was going to mention that us Kitsune heal quickly, but it seemed you two just wouldn't listen. Go now. Lieutenant Lourette needs you." Painting three intricate symbols in the air, Six, Wings, and Feathers, the kitsune had woven herself three pairs of white feathered wings, giving her a seraph-like appearance. With a powerful flap from all three pairs, the kitsune was up in the air. /Mother.../ Aki thought. /I can sense you.../ True, the music box in her kimono was pulsing with some strange enchantment, and it was getting quicker and quicker as she flew into the fray...
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"Let's do it again! Oil arrows!" Lourette cried, releasing an arrow with the small vial of oil tied to it. This time, however, they went for the behemoth that was carrying Osirus. The arrows were lodging themselves in, and immediately, the viera were already loading the 'breakers', the arrows that would break the vials, covering the behemoth in oil like they did to the other one. As soon as the vials were broken, Lourette lit up one of her arrows and, along with about half the other viera, send the flaming arrows flying. Without lighting the ballistae arrow up, though, the archers at the giant arrows were focusing on the second supply beast. It took a while for them to reload, so progress was slow, but the results were obviously devastating...
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Post by atrasuke on Jan 17, 2008 13:26:10 GMT -8
A few stray arrows punctured the wooden pole. "Stop, please stop!-" Atrasuke screamed at the viera. A couple of the arrows held viles of liquid. If that liquid touched the fire beneath- the fire would soar and kill both him and Katsou. He had a plan.
He grabbed a arrow, diving toward the fire he set it alight. and thrust it against the ropes tying Katsou to the pole. They sparked and sizzled- they were coated in chemicals- but burned fast. With a great 'snap' Katsou's limp body was falling, slipping from Atrasukes grasp. "Katsou!" Atrasuke dived into the flames.
On damp grass, stained with blood, Atrasuke dragged the body. He fell to his knees beside him, stroking purple locks. "I failed you... I failed Lumen..." Atrasukes body trembled. The war was ensuing beneath the hill they perched atop. Katsou. His student, his first friend was lying in a heap on the grass, his skin was burnt, blood coated his clothes. The smell was vile, burning skin and iron air but Atrasuke didn't notice. Rage welled up inside him, why did he not realise that Katsou would fight? He was so absorbed in his own mind to question Katsou's movements.
Katsou moved. Blinking in the light. The light?... It was dark... His eyes were milky and blood shot, his skin was pink. "Katsou... Its me...!" Atrasuke whispered into his ear. "A-A-... The Man With No Face... How do I look?... Freya better not be there, she'll just say I was pointless..." Katsou choked through chuckles, but Atrasuke was crying. Katsou was blind. Broken on the bleeding grass.
In a fit of blind rage, Atrasuke pulled the hat from his head and flung into into the air- "Why? Why were you such a fool? Why didn't you come and find me huh?! Why?" The tutor spluttered. The breeze swept up his hat- which had hidden his face for so many years. Katsou had never seen his tutors face- and never will. All these days running to find Katsou- to tell him that his tutor was alive- all these days were nothing compared to the pain Katsou was in right now.
All Atrasukes joys and fears were nothing- and on hearing the words 'Man With No Face' Atrasuke roared. "I'm not wearing my hat!" He climbed to his feet, fists clenched in confusion. "I'm not The Man With No Face Katsou! I'm just a human... I'm just a foolish man... Who thought he could change the world.." Atrasuke fell back to his knees, gently touching the huge split in Katsou's side. Letting the blood seep into his fingers. "I wont Osiris live. I will avenge this, I'll make it better Katsou... I'll give you a proper burial..." Atrasuke looked at Katsou's white face, his mouth slightly open, his eyes staring at the distance. "Let him be at peace Lumen... For me...." A flash of gold sparked in Katsou's eyes then vanished, and the purple haired man let out one final sigh.
Atrasuke laid his body on the face of the hill, facing the battle. Then walked into the fight, sword in hand and hat- soaring in the wind.
"...I wont let Osiris live..."
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Post by Lourette on Jan 17, 2008 14:10:21 GMT -8
"Freya better not be there, she'll just say I was pointless..."
The vision of the scene not too far off made the prophet stop in her tracks, placing her hands to her mouth and going into a terrible hacking fit. Through her fingers, ruby blood spurted out, staining the ground beneath her. Once the fit had finally quieted somewhat, Freya's eyes were already overflowing with tears. "Katsou..." the raven-haired woman whispered. "Katsou...he...can't be dead..." Suddenly, the double-bladed glaive split into two.
"KATSOU!!!" the prophet screeched, breaking out into a sprint toward where Atrasuke was standing. Her glaives moved in lightning-fast arcs, cutting anyone and anything in her way into blood-spewing halves. Faster and faster she went, the marks on her arm beginning to spread and grow, turning her skin an ominous black. A pair of arched horns sprouted from between her feline ears, and her hands, soft and delicate, became reptillian claws. A pair of skeletal wings penetrated her skin, breaking forth. Like a monster, she plowed through the enemy line, hacking away like a mad woman, just to get to the funeral pyre where Katsou lay...
Closer and closer she got, as more and more, wounds began forming on her body. Her robe was slashed and tattered, her face cut and bruised, and her body riddled with wounds that would mar her form for eternity. Like a boat slicing through the water, Freya left behind a wake of death as she finally made it to Katsou's body. "Why?" she asked, the tears flowing down her cheeks. "WHY?! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO AND DIE?!" the demonic creature cried, morphing back ino her original form and cradling the broken body in her arms. "Dammit...you knew this would happen, didn't you?! You knew you would die! Why didn't you want me to help you?! I...I would've..." She broke down into a fit of sobs, her head resting on the violet-haired man's chest. -----x----- Lourette, hearing the man to stop firing, held up one clawed hand. "Stop!" the viera shouted. /Dammit.../ the white-haired female thought, her eyes narrowing as she tried to see what was going on. /I don't want to do this, but.../ "No more fire arrows!" she shouted. "For now, let's just let the ballistae shoot at them!" /Bloody hell...this isn't good.../[/center][/sub][/color]
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Post by atrasuke on Jan 17, 2008 14:24:37 GMT -8
Atrasuke turned slightly and looked back up the hill. Beside Katsou was a young woman. Grieving. He sighed heavily, climbing back up the bank. "I don't know what to say..."
Atrasuke, his hair was like fire, it seemed to crackle and flicker just like a flame, and its scarlet colour gave the aura of volcano's. But silver ran through it, many years of hardship and grief. His face bore a striking resemblance to Osiris himself but of course, they were not related. Across his left eye, sat a black eye patch with a chain hanging from one corner to the other.
Atrasuke touched her shoulder, and realising there was a war on and maybe she didnt know what side he was on, Atrasuke introduced himself. "My name is Atrasuke, formerly The Man With No Face. I was Katsou's tutor..." He let the wind carry her sobs to his ears. "He thought you would think him unworthy if he asked twice..." he smiled inwardly. That was just like Katsou. There was silence on the hill, war in the valley. Although death was everywhere, this one seemed that bit more striking. As if Lumen herself was boiling with revenge.
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Prophet Freya
Prophets of Alyssus
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Post by Prophet Freya on Jan 17, 2008 14:45:15 GMT -8
Freya continued sobbing into Katsou's chest, blood from the slashes on her face mixing with her tears. "I can't believe you would think yourself unworthy if you asked me..." the prophet cried. "I loved you, Katsou! I would given up my own life to save yours!" Her heavy sobs grew louder and more convulsive as her arms tightened around the broken body. "Dammit!" she screeched, throwing her head back, rage flashing in her amber eyes. "IS THIS MY PUNISHMENT FOR TURNING AWAY FROM YOU, MOTHER?! IS THIS HOW YOU THINK YOUR DAUGHTER SHOULD BE TREATED?! DO YOU THINK EVERYONE I LOVE SHOULD DIE, OR ARE YOU JUST GAINING REVENGE ON THE ONE WHO TURNED AWAY FROM THE GREAT LUMEN?! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, MOTHER?! I HOPE YOU ARE, CONDEMNING ME TO THIS ETERNAL HELL! FIRST BAPHOMET, NOW KATSOU!! DAMMIT! WHEN WILL YOUR TYRANNY END?!"
Obviously, Freya expected no answer, because she simply went back to sobbing with such force that her entire form shook with each intake of breath. "I can't believe you, Katsou..." the prophet whispered. "I loved you... I loved you so much... And you had to die..." She didn't want to say it, but...she felt a lot less eager to live now...
Was it bad luck? Was it misfortune? Was it a 'curse'? What was it that made everyone the Lustful Prophet loved die?
Well, whatever it was...Freya wasn't going to take it anymore. Life was starting to weigh down on the woman's shoulders, more so than her sister... Or at least it seemed...
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Post by Lord Nikanoru on Jan 17, 2008 18:14:56 GMT -8
Though most of the King's troops were raiding Amblethorn and fighting valiantly against the Order of Lumen, as one would expect, a select group of heavily armed soldiers was guarding a makeshift bunker positioned just east of the town. Indeed, there were a few bunkers other than this one that had little protection, but something about this particular bunker made it significant: King Osirus' most trusted advisor, the insidious Lord Nikanoru Magrace, was operating from within its bowels.
Whereas the other bunkers were serving as infirmaries, this one was quite the opposite, which wasn't too surprising considering who was running it. It was essentially a recreation of the horrible Blood Chamber; enemy soldiers were being tortured in the worst ways imaginable for information; behemoths were being beaten severely and infused with dark magics so they would be effective weapons in Osirus' arsenal; and, of course, horrifying chimeras were being created from the bodies salvaged from the town by Nikanoru's men.
"So," began Nikanoru playfully, a sadistic glint shining in his dark eyes as they perused over the mangled frame of a young woman, "are you going to tell me where your leader is? Or am I going to have to add more salt?"
The poor girl's flesh was torn wide open, revealing her organs and bones to the world around her. She was obviously in a lot of pain, but couldn't scream due to her mouth being sewn shut. Nikanoru had been interrogating this particular woman for about twenty minutes, continually throwing salt and acidic substances onto her torso. If she signaled that she would talk with the nod of a head, Nikanoru would remove her stitches and give her a quick and painless death after she revealed the location of Bassette or any safe havens for the Order of Lumen troops. But she simply glared at him with unfathomable hate, showing she would rather die horribly than betray Lumen.
Needless to say it annoyed Nikanoru. But he couldn't help but laugh at it inwardly, being the sadistic little brick that he was.
"Lord Nikanoru!" came the frantic and distraught voice of a young page as he rushed down the wooden staircase, the blood on his boots mixing with the sand that covered the rotted wood. "General Takashe -- his mind has fallen apart; the seals are malfunctioning!"
"What? Where is he?" Nikanoru glanced over his shoulder as he made another incision in the girl's flesh, eliciting a pained, muffled groan from the girl.
"My squad apprehended him just inside the town! T-There was a tiger trying to get him, but we managed to save him.. at the cost of some men. Come quickly -- he is instrumental to our victory!" pleaded the boy as he rushed back up the stairs.
"You're talking like I don't know that," the skeletal man growled as he plunged his dagger into the girl's skull out of aggravation. Muttering something under his breath, he followed the page up the stairs that lead out of the bunker.
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It took Nikanoru and his squad of soldiers about several minutes to mount up and arm themselves. His guardians donned the best armor and weapons available to Osirus' troops. Nikanoru himself wore an enchanted black cloak to protect him from any unexpected assaults, and armed himself with innumerable magical scrolls provided by Eltana before the battle. Being a 'pacifist', he intended on fleeing if confronted, but there was no harm in being prepared.
They rode through the night without speaking a word to one another; Nikanoru was mounted on a behemoth similar in appearance to Osirus', whereas his guardians were mounted on what seemed to be demonic horses. The sadistic advisor was mulling over the situation as his behemoth rode forward to the city. His train of thought was broken, however, by the pained yell of a nearby woman:
"IS THIS MY PUNISHMENT FOR TURNING AWAY FROM YOU, MOTHER?! IS THIS HOW YOU THINK YOUR DAUGHTER SHOULD BE TREATED?! DO YOU THINK EVERYONE I LOVE SHOULD DIE, OR ARE YOU JUST GAINING REVENGE ON THE ONE WHO TURNED AWAY FROM THE GREAT LUMEN?! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, MOTHER?! I HOPE YOU ARE, CONDEMNING ME TO THIS ETERNAL HELL! FIRST BAPHOMET, NOW KATSOU!! DAMMIT! WHEN WILL YOUR TYRANNY END?!"
It didn't take a genius to recognize who this person was. Nikanoru ordered his behemoth to stop, which it did, along with the guardians surrounding it. He rested his soulless eyes on the girl, noting her rather sensual appearance. A lovely woman who resented her mother and had ties to the recently deceased Prophet Baphomet -- no doubt the Prophet Freya herself.
"Freya, is it?" he called out, a small, cold grin on his gaunt face. The soldiers, recongnizing the name, drew their swords and prepared to attack at a moment's notice. They had the chance to take out another Prophet, and were not going to pass it up.
"...Don't worry, dear -- you'll be reunited with your Baphomet soon enough. KILL HER!!"
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Prophet Freya
Prophets of Alyssus
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Post by Prophet Freya on Jan 17, 2008 18:36:56 GMT -8
"...Don't worry, dear -- you'll be reunited with your Baphomet soon enough. KILL HER!!"
By the time those last two words had been spoken, Freya's head was up, staring with obvious disdain and annoyance at the one who was interrupting her lamentation. "You know..." the prophet spoke, not the soft, sensual voice she usually spoke with, but a mix of that voice, plus a deep, rumbling one and a high-pitched screeching one. "I really do not appreciate those who interrupt my cries..." Her usually-golden eyes were a blood red, much like Lucian's.
The prophet underwent her gruesome transformation again, except for the fact that her glaives were now transformed into a huge scythe, and a black aura was resonating slightly around her slender form.
Raising her scythe, the Lustful Prophet threw it. Like a shuriken it flew, slicing through two of the soldiers who dared stray too close. Raising her hand, the scythe flew back, landing in the woman's hand, along with the decapitated head of one of Nikanoru's 'guardians'. Holding the knights head by the greasy hair, the demon allowed the blood gushing forth from the neck to run into her throat, spilling over onto her robes and the ground. By the time she was satiated, she threw the head aside, twirling the scythe in the air above her head.
"Any others want to try their luck killing me?" Freya asked, taking as seductive of a pose as she could and winking. Her spare hand was behind her back, forming a small ball of dark energy that she could shoot at them if they dared get too close...
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"Lookie there! If it isn't ol' Grandpa!" Lourette shouted, pointing off at where Nikanoru was sitting on his Behemoth. "Let's give 'im a good ol' viera welcome, eh?" Her challenge was accepted by a chorus of howls from the other viera. Lighting up their arrows, they pulled back with all their strength on their strings, releasing the flurry of flaming arrows toward the Behemoth that carried the corpselike shade.
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Prophet Bassette
Prophets of Alyssus
Prophet of Good Health of Mind, Body, and Soul.
"Lumen blesses those who Believe"
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Post by Prophet Bassette on Jan 17, 2008 19:26:35 GMT -8
Bassette could feel it. She could see it. She could hear it. Death. Pain. Defeat. It wrenched at her heart like a knife being stabbed into her chest. She could hear the death cries of not only the Order, but of Osirus' men. If not even more painful were the cries of Osirus' men; the young men and boys tricked into slavery for Osirus or forced to fight for him. The older men, whose families were being held against their will; their forced hand was also a pain to hear. The innocent lives, being tortured. The innocent children and women, who feared for their men unhidden. For Katsou, for Freya.
"IS THIS MY PUNISHMENT FOR TURNING AWAY FROM YOU, MOTHER?! IS THIS HOW YOU THINK YOUR DAUGHTER SHOULD BE TREATED?! DO YOU THINK EVERYONE I LOVE SHOULD DIE, OR ARE YOU JUST GAINING REVENGE ON THE ONE WHO TURNED AWAY FROM THE GREAT LUMEN?! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, MOTHER?! I HOPE YOU ARE, CONDEMNING ME TO THIS ETERNAL HELL! FIRST BAPHOMET, NOW KATSOU!! DAMMIT! WHEN WILL YOUR TYRANNY END?!" Bassette could hear Freya's voice so clearly. Bassette could no longer contain her peaceful trance any longer. With a wail, Bassette's sorrow and pain burst from her like a beast uncaged. Her cries came not only from her chest, but from her very soul.
Oh Mother...why do you let your children suffer so? Bassette knew very well Lumen wished nothing like this on her children, but her faith had been shaken by the battle. Tears poured down her cheeks as she raised her face, her hair falling over her shoulders as she held out her arms. The sobs were being ripped from her chest as she closed her eyes.
"Mother Lumen...hear my prayer...usher the dead unto your bosom as you welcome them into your heart. Gather those lost souls and bring them to peace. Lead them into the light of well being and eternal life so that they may watch their families in peace. If this be your will, Lumen, oh Mother, oh sweet bringer of peace; lend me the power to comfort and appease the souls broken for your cause..." Bassette whispered a few last words, then collapsed into her bed, sobbing loudly as she gripped the silken blankets around her.
Azazeal watched as Bassette cried into her blankets, his heart twisted with emotion. He held his position at the door, however. He knew how important it was for him to protect her, even though all he wished was to comfort her in her time of sorrow. He could understand how she felt. Lumen had seemingly abandoned them as Osirus and Nocens Atrum continued to gain the upper hand. He bit his lower lip as he felt anger towards Lumen swell in his chest.
Dulcimer could only stand there, a hand on the stitched wound in his side. Bassette was suffering, just as everyone was, and where was he? Hiding. Dulcimer shook his head, looking at the stiff, dirt ground. I swear to God, Aden...you better live through this one...Dulcimer thought as he listened to the sounds of the battle outside. He couldn't quite make out just what certain individuals were doing, but soon, that wouldn't matter. Suddenly, the door exploded next to Azazeal's head. Dulcimer barely had enough time to yell "duck" before three golden chains whipped about, wrapping themselves around the young retainer and ripping him out of the hut. "A-Azazeal!" He heard Bassette scream something, but ran outside to where Israfel stood, his chains holding Azazeal high in the air. Dulcimer glared at the Sergeant, remembering his face from the night of the feast. Although the Sergeant was bleeding heavily from the wound in his shoulder, Dulcimer was pretty sure by the dark look in his eyes he was another one of Osirus' possessed men. Glaring at the green haired Sergeant, Dulcimer grabbed a series of small knives and aimed to attack the Sergeant. "Bastard! Let him go!"
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