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Post by Lord Nikanoru on Jan 17, 2008 19:27:53 GMT -8
Upon seeing the transformation of the Prophet and hearing the battle cry from Lourette and her viera, Nikanoru realized that he had made a grave error. He had always been under the assumption that Freya was the whelp of the Prophets, so she would obviously be the easiest to dispose of. Even if that were true, he still didn't have enough manpower to take her down -- only about twenty or so soldiers. And Lourette and her viera backing the Prophet up didn't exactly help his situation, either.
"Traitorous bitch!" he snapped furiously at Lourette as he shielded himself with his magical cape, saving him from the onslaught of deadly arrows. "I should have taken you to the Blood Chamber when I had the chance! No matter, you and your kind will suffer for this, I assure you that!!"
With that, he kicked his behemoth in the side, signaling for it to resume its dash toward the city. The large creature broke out running as fast as it could, trying to escape the flurry of arrows being shot at it. Thanks to its thick hide it only sustained minor wounds. Things seemed promising for the Shade -- that is, until a large arrow pierced the right eye of his mount. The creature let out an agonizing wail and began running around witlessly; it flailed its spiked tail to and fro, resulting in the deaths of a few nearby soldiers.
And if that weren't enough, the behemoth crashed directly into a blazing funeral pyre. Its skin could withstand a barrage of arrows, but was by no means fire retardant. The beast screamed in agony as it rushed around madly, flames consuming its thick skin. Nikanoru, however, was unharmed by the flames, thanks to his protective cape. But the enchantment could only protect him for so much longer.
"To the city, you fool! Get away from them!! NOW!!" he commanded in vain, kicking wildly at the monster's side. The flames began to spread, and the monster instinctively threw itself on its side and rolled around in hopes of extinguishing the flames. Nikanoru was flung from the beast's back to the ground. Mustering all the strength he could, he pulled himself up and reached into the pocket of his cloak, pulling out two of the scrolls his associate Eltana had given him.
"You won't get away with this!" he snarled as he tossed the scrolls to the ground. The small pieces of paper exploded into a thick, gray fog that consumed the cowardly man.
Shortly after this had transpired, one of the soldiers Freya had killed quickly shot up from the ground in one fluid, seamless motion. The corpse stood there facing Freya, not making a single motion. Not surprisingly, this frightened the few soldiers that were still alive; they slowly backed away from the body of their fallen comrade, eying it with suspicion and fear. Was this Freya's doing? ...Or was it something else?
"...GOD DAMMIT, I don't have time for this! Get out of my way before I rip you to shreds, do I make myself clear?! I am a Prophet! I cannot die! I AM ETERNAL!!"
The final words of the Prophet Baphomet cut through the heavy smoke that filled the air like a sword. And they might as well have been a sword, for the few remaining soldiers dropped dead immediately after the words were spoken.
"...Tell me, would you like to know where your beloved is? Would you like to know if he reciprocated your burning love for him? Dear, I know it all. All you have to do is ask," the sultry, seductive voice of a woman came from the unmoving mouth of the obviously possessed corpse.
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Draken
Knights of Osirus
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Post by Draken on Jan 17, 2008 21:56:19 GMT -8
Paranoia once again tore his golden eyes from the hut and brought them to rest on the chaos in the battlefield. When his attention was led back to the hut, he swore loudly when he discovered Israfel had already infiltrated it. Draken stood on the roof overlooking the current scenario and quickly processed his course of action. His mind was still adapting to the war's environment; Assassinations were nothing like this. They simply required of you to sneak up on a person and stick a knife in their throat then you were done. War definately required a different mindset. One that allows you to act on impulse rather than perscision planning and stealth.
Draken let himself succumb to the sounds of war, of the chaos and mayhem around him. It all sank into his blood and instantly devoured any trace of reason left behind. Hunger, thirst, fatigue, and pain were replaced by anger and adrenaline. And this all happened a split second upon seeing Israfel at the hut.
Draken dropped a throwing knife and a vial of deadly poison that was used on Dulcimer's attempted assassination. The knife stuck in the ground at Dulcimer's feet while the vial landed intact by his feet as well. He lept from the roof and about halfway his void-black wings broke free of their hiding place beneath the cloak and propelled the assassin directly over the Sergeant and landed deftly behind him. From behind, Draken grabbed his arms and tried to restrain the Sergeant. While fingers struggled for a grip on his bloodsoaked armor he remembered what the General had said. "Kill him only if you think it's necessary!" Draken shouted toward Dulcimer.
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Post by Jenn on Jan 18, 2008 3:13:53 GMT -8
((This is atrasuke, im at school ^^))
With a flash, soldiers before Freya lent back- howling in pain and blood poured from there backs, then they fell to the ground. It all happened so fast that it looked at if Atrasuke hadn’t even moved. But in his hand, was a blood soaked sword. His breath was harsh- he wasn’t used to this. “For… You…” Atrasuke smiled at Freya. Then back flipped into the fighting crowd. Only a few minuites passed and the crowd of fifty howled- blood pouring from every place. They crumpled into a heap.
A few more minutes, and from inside the pile of corpses- Atrasuke climbed out. The man who resembled Osiris, killing Osiris men- rather poetic don’t you think?
Atrasuke scanned his geta. “I need to make a new pair now…” the wooden sandals were stained with blood and dirt clung to there surface. He threw his kimono in to the air, kicked of his tatty sandals and ran into the middle of the war.
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Aden Vigil
Order of Lumen
General of the Order of Lumen
Clear and Calm as Always
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Post by Aden Vigil on Jan 18, 2008 10:01:35 GMT -8
Aden laughed as he compared Osiris much to those Creatures of Hell, but then again, that was where the possessed King belonged. “And gratefully I will continue to do so.” Aden said moving out of the way of the giant sword. He saw a few men moving towards Osiris, but they were far out of the King’s reach. A simple shake of his head told them to move away. Aden wanted to fight the King one on one because it seemed to fit everything. The battle being so violent and bloody could only mean that it would work well if the two leaders seemed to face off. Aden wasn’t afraid to die, no, he wasn’t even afraid to come close to death and it showed so clearly in his blue eyes as he examined the King’s armor and then noticed he held one of the cursed swords in his hands. Aden made a mental note to try and dodge that as much as possible because he didn’t need to have a wound made by a cursed blade. Sure, he didn’t know much about them, but he knew enough to want to keep him safe.
His eyes looked around him with a deadly smirk as he moved towards the King. All thoughts of fatigue were pushed from his mind and the only thing on it was the keep the King entertained because from what he could see the Order had the upper hand. After all, Osiris may have had more men, but the Order of Lumen had a burning passion. Plus, the passion was to kill a certain someone and you can all guess that that special person was Osiris. After all, what morale boosts it would be if the men saw their Leader on even ground with the King in a one on one battle. It would give them the courage to fight harder and longer. Aden knew this because he had heard all his men talking about what an awesome thing it would be to have Osiris on the losing side for once.
Aden knew he would have to rely on the fact that he was an elf and speed was one of his better attributes, but he also knew that he needed to hit the King hard in order for it to do damage. After all, he was basically fighting that evil god himself, who terrified the leader, but once again nothing showed across the Elvin features he proudly bore.
“Let’s see what you got Osiris.” Aden said moving bringing his blade down in an arc and keeping the other back to defend him. He knew that maybe using two small swords against one large cursed one was stupid, but he didn’t care. These swords had gotten him through so much and the gems in their handles meant more to him then he would ever admit. He switched the blades that were defending him and attacked with the other one while the one that had just attacked returned to a defensive position. Aden wasn’t going to take any chances and he knew losing could mean the lives of everyone and also Osiris getting the other sword. Thankfully, Aden had hidden it and he probably wouldn’t even say where it was under torture. Though, no one else knew where it was which was also a good thing because it meant he didn’t need to worry about people going to get in and acting stupid.
No, people didn’t need to know where that sword was at all.
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Prophet Freya
Prophets of Alyssus
"Care to come in for a little?"
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Post by Prophet Freya on Jan 18, 2008 10:22:58 GMT -8
"Dear, I know it all. All you have to do is ask,"
The soft voice startled Freya out of her rage, making take a step forward toward the animated corpse. The horns on her head shrunk back and the skeletal wings folded in, but her skin remained the jet black of the curse. "I...I..." Her voice seemed to lose those two vicious, demonic voices, and her own voice was the only one sounding. Taking a step forward and walking over the dead and bleeding bodies, the prophet knelt down. "Anything..." she whispered, the tears flowing down her cheeks. "I will do anything... I will prophesize for you...I will serve you... Anything! Just...just tell me where to meet you, and I will..."
A deafening roar tore forth from within the village, and from a crowd of soldiers, a blood red beast broke forth. Lucian tore forth from the crowd, with Yunosuki on his back. The lieutenant general didn't seem to want to get off, so he kept running, rending through flesh and armor with crystalline claws. Swords swung at him, cracking his protective covering. Some of it was even chipping away, revealing vulnerable spots on his shoulders and flanks. Closer and closer he was getting to where his demonic mistress was bowing before the reanimated corpse... He wasn't going to allow anything to happen to her, and he wasn't going to die here... Even if she loved him, Lucian wasn't going to die...
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A loud howl broke from the viera again as Nikanoru's behemoth flailed around helplessly, bellowing and wailing like a madbeast. "Show 'em hell!" Lourette cried, releasing another flaming arrow at another of the behemoths, this one holding Osirus. Another huge arrow from the ballistae was shot, but this one was to end the life of Nikanoru's dying behemoth. A second arrow was fired at Osirus' behemoth, but, due to the fact that the wind suddenly changed direction, the arrow fell short by a few yards. "Dammit," the viera growled, grinding her teeth.
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Post by atrasuke on Jan 18, 2008 11:43:25 GMT -8
Atrasuke looked up. The sky was a sea of fire. The land a sea of blood. When would this fight end? When Osiris's head was on a platter. Fire built up in Atrasukes chest as he ran through a crowd up people. Half the time he was a cloud of dust which flashed in between male form and particles.
It did the trick. And Atrasuke had only a few cuts on his skin. His clothes were filthy and his sword drowning in blood. But Atrasuke felt good. Alive and ready for everything. His hair was literally waving and crackling like fire, the chain on his eye patch sang with every move. It was like Lumen was serenading to Atrasukes revenge filled soul, and only a few metres away- Aden and Osiris fought.
If by any misfortune Aden falls, dont for one second think I wont kill you
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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 18, 2008 16:29:30 GMT -8
The elven General was much more talented than Osirus thought. Aden was quick on his feet and hand a natural flow to his movements. Of course, it was to be expected. Aden was of the elven bloodline, a being whose every birth was graced by the stars and blessed with the kiss of Lumen. Had Aden not been a man born under the same leadership fate of Osirus, the King might have very well hired Aden to be his General. After all, the elf had such a passion burning in him. It made Osirus mad with excitement to see such a man. Aden had speed and talent, but the King had endurance and strength. Parrying Aden's sword strike, Osirus was not afraid to use his sword like a bludgeoning weapon. He was not afraid to show Aden his armor as he swung at Aden like a butcher ripping apart a pig. With the cursed sword as his weapon clashing against Aden's twin blades, Osirus was not at all surprised to see sparks bursting from their blades. A mad look was in the King's eyes as he tried in all of his might to chop the brave Order General in half.
Managing to barely dodge a slice, Osirus saw an opportunity. He grabbed Aden's neck and pulled the General close to the King's face. Blood and sweat poured down his face, the King's black hair plastered to his cheeks. He smiled, pulling his lips back in an animal growl as he admired the General up close.
"Aden Vigil...its an honor to fight with you on this night...Had you not been born under such an unfavorable star, I might have had you become part of my army. But alas, our fates are intertwined this night. My men will kill your petty Order and you will be beheaded. Every man, woman and child will be forced to death and litter this ground with their bodies, creating a red carpet in which to usher a new age with Nocens Atrum. Now, show me what you've got, you petty little insect!" Osirus shoved Aden back, releasing the General as he raised his arms, the sword glimmering in the moonlight.
Dulcimer looked at the knife and vial dropped to his feet for a moment, then quickly snatched them up. He watched as Draken grabbed the possessed Sergeant's arms as his mouth fell open in awe. Wait a minute...isn't that...
"Assassin!" Dulcimer exclaimed. He didn't remember the guy's name, but he knew him well. It was the assassin Osirus had sent after him and nearly killed him. Dulcimer couldn't remember much of that night after Azazeal began to care for him. All he did know was that Azazeal had taken care of that guy as well. Had there not been a war going on, Dulcimer would have just walked right up to the guy and kicked him in the nuts for stabbing him. But such a show of unintellectual greeting would have to wait for later.
"Kill him only if you think it's necessary!" Dulcimer gave him an odd look as if he had just said something incredibly stupid. Well, in Dulcimer's mind, he had.
"Well of course I think its necessary! What are you, nuts!? He's trying to kill everyone! All of the sudden you're having qualms about killing someone? Geez...what kind of messed up-"
"Dulcimer! Shut up and kill him!" Azazeal screamed from above.
It was then Israfel seemed to remember the little goat boy above him, tightly entangled in his chains. Even if his arms were being held behind him, a cruel smirk crossed his face as he was able to manipulate his chains simply through thought. With a single thought, he sent the little retainer flying through the air and into a destroyed hut. He then began to struggle violently, trying to throw off Draken.
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Anatieyre
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Post by Anatieyre on Jan 18, 2008 16:36:40 GMT -8
One of the strongest beings in Alyssus, the renegade Prophet Freya, was kneeling before her in tears, imploring her to reveal whether or not her beloved returned her feelings for him. And it amused her, to say the least. She, who had been born a mere mortal, transcended not only mankind, but the Prophets themselves! This sudden realization of hers only added to the kindling that fueled her epic selfishness.
Bending down and gently caressing Freya's cheek with a cold, sweaty hand, the reanimated corpse forced a believable sympathetic smile. "My dear, you loved Baphomet with all your heart; but you were too afraid to ask him, weren't you -- whether or not he loved you back?..."
An awkward pause followed. Warm smile slowing fading into a sorrowful frown, the Yearner of Woe exerted as much passion and understanding the dead eyes of her vessel could offer. All of a sudden, she pulled the Prophet into a comforting hug. After holding her for a few moments, she started again in an empathetic tone, "....Baphomet loved Bassette, sweetheart. He loved her dearly; but he didn't want to admit it, so he hid his feelings by mocking her. The poor soul hid himself in the darkness of the Nocens Atrum Temple, far too proud to admit that he had fallen for a child of the light..."
Anatieyre pulled away from her, suddenly taking a serious and grave tact, a glint of false sorrow in her vessel's dark eyes. "But his efforts were in vain -- Bassette knew very well that he loved her. And it disgusted her. Baphomet, the black sheep of the Prophets whom she hated so fervently, loved her. Bassette, the alleged protective mother of all creation, was so appalled and distraught that she... ordered him to him to help Laties in the Nocens Atrum Temple, knowing full well that Eltana had targeted him... Freya, she had him killed."
At times, Anatieyre amazed herself with her genius -- and now was one of those times. She played upon the rebellious Prophet's sorrow over the loss of her love, her uneasiness with her sibling Bassette, and her resentment of her mother, Lumen, in hopes of gaining another ally in her self-centered cause. In fact, she reflected, the malfunctioning of Takashe's seals was a good thing, else she wouldn't have run into the confused and vulnerable Freya while on her way to repair him.
And now it was time to seal the deal: "...Freya, darling," she began imploringly, resting her hands on the woman's shoulders, "...your sister is leading the Order of Lumen into ruin. Osirus, meanwhile, is gaining more allies each day. They cannot win -- but we can. I have lost so much at the hands of that monster, and I won't allow him to get away with his atrocities just because of one woman's incompetence! Come with me, and we can stop this madness once and for all. ...Please, Freya, will you help me?"
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Prophet Freya
Prophets of Alyssus
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Post by Prophet Freya on Jan 18, 2008 17:37:34 GMT -8
"He loved...Bassette?" Freya asked, the horns arching forth from her head again. "That bitch..." she snarled, her demonic voices returning. "THAT BITCH!!!" The prophet threw her head back, her three voices screeching in unison. "THAT LYING BITCH!!! I'LL HAVE HER HEAD!!!"
When her little rant was over, Freya looked into the glazed-over eyes of the dead soldier. "Tell me where to meet you, and I will gladly give myself to you..." the prophet whispered. "I will gladly join you..." The horns shrunk back into the prophet's head, and her skin turned back to the normal pale color. Standing up, the beautiful woman tilted back slightly. "That damn bitch will pay... I will join you...only if I can personally behead that damned woman who claims to be so 'good' and 'loving'." Golden eyes narrowed slightly as her gaze turned to where the battle would be fought. As she glared toward the fight, she ran one hand down Lucian, who had come down to stand beside his mistress. "Just tell me where I can find you and I will come..."
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Yunosuki
Order of Lumen
Lieutenant General
I will not give up...
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Post by Yunosuki on Jan 18, 2008 18:10:19 GMT -8
Yunosuki seemed to be doing well in keeping those who sided with Osirus from getting too close to Bassette's hut, but... There was that green-haired sergeant. Managing to leap off Lucian before he got too far, the white-haired man broke out into a sprint to get to the man who was threatening the prophet. Leaping up, the ephemeral wings spread from his swords again and he was up in the air, touching down before Israfel. Whirling around, the Lieutenant crossed his swords, readying for an attack. He could feel the power in Zetsomei pulse through him as he began forming the words for the elemental attack silently. "Apologies, sir, but you will have to fight me first before you go any farther..."
With that, Yunosuki released a powerful blast of fire at Israfel from Zetsomei. He hoped silently that not only this man would survive and change for the better, but that he himself did not die. /For Freya.../ he thought silently. /I must live for Freya.../
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Anatieyre
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Post by Anatieyre on Jan 18, 2008 18:21:15 GMT -8
Wicked laughter bellowed within her rotten soul as her latest pawn raged against her elder sister, cursing a woman who in fact loved her dearly. The Prophets were truly no better than humans, she mused; so easily manipulated by their emotions, demonstrated by Freya; and too quick to place their trust in a higher power, evidenced in Bassette's misplaced faith in her worthless mother, Lumen. Their foolishness only served to convince her that she was the only competent, worthwhile person in Alyssus -- perhaps even the whole world itself.
Anatieyre gave her as warm a smile as a walking corpse could give. "I'm glad to hear that, Freya. You've made the right decision, and I promise you that you won't regret it. I am currently residing in the Temple of Lumen on the outskirts of Lyara; you can find me there. For now, I bid you farewell. And be careful!"
With that, Anatieyre broke her link with the body, causing it to fall limp to the ground. The pieces were falling into place, just as she had anticipated. Soon it would be time to set her plans into action.
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Prophet Freya
Prophets of Alyssus
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Post by Prophet Freya on Jan 18, 2008 18:31:32 GMT -8
The crystalline armor disappeared on Lucian's fur, and his dark red eyes had turned back to the blue they usually were. "So...now what, my lady?"
"We are going," Freya growled, shifting into a large raven. "Come along, Lucian! We are summoned to the Temple of Lumen in Lyara!"
"Lyara...?" Lucian asked, obviously bemused. That place was supposed to be in ruins... No one should be living there... But...if Freya was going, what more could he do? Shifting into his snowy owl form, he cast a wary eye over the battle. It didn't seem they were needed anymore anyway... The order could obviously take care of itself... Spreading his wings, he was aloft right after his mistress.
/Whoever you are.../ Freya thought silently. /If you can help me exact my revenge against Bassette, I will gladly join you.../
{{Freya and Lucian out}}
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Draken
Knights of Osirus
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Post by Draken on Jan 18, 2008 18:49:30 GMT -8
Draken cast a glare at Dulcimer for his last remark, but as much as he wanted to finish the job he started before, now was not the time. "He's on your side!" His grip failed him and he was thrown to the side. His wings pumped to break his fall and he quickly lept up, struggling to regain control of Israfel. "-He's possessed!" He knew they weren't understanding any of this, but it's the only way he knew how to explain it. Meanwhile, his grip was slipping and lactic acid was building in his arms. A sudden lunge from the Sergeant nearly knocked him off. "Dammit, Hurry up!"
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Aden Vigil
Order of Lumen
General of the Order of Lumen
Clear and Calm as Always
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Post by Aden Vigil on Jan 18, 2008 18:59:13 GMT -8
Aden’s eyes met the King’s with a dark glare to him as he was held by the next. He slowed his breathing and forced himself to take in less oxygen so that he wouldn’t show any sign of weakness as he smirked right back at the man. Aden, even though he was being held in such a compromising condition, held himself with calmness as he looked on to the King, He let the man speak, letting him think that he had Aden in some sort of trance while really the Elvin General was gaining up energy for another attack. He had managed to avoid the King’s earlier attack and he noticed the idea the man had. He was going for brute strength and endurance while Aden went for speed and endurance. Meaning, this fight could either go on for a long time or it would be an incredibly short fight. It all really depended on who made the first mistake and how grave the mistake was. Not a single hint as to what he was thinking was betrayed by the crystal clear blue eyes that the Elf bore so strongly. He let the other think that he was stronger and every once and a while Aden started to give a little struggle while he talked, almost as if he was trying to get away, but was too scared to do so.
Which was such a lie because Aden would have faced death itself head on and still charged at it if it meant saving just one more life of an innocent creature. Being an Elf, he was determined to save anything that was alive and had a soul, but there were creatures that he had no emotions for. Just like this King, he would gladly kill him if he didn’t still give him the respect and feed him a few lies. Which, contradicted each other, but Aden wasn’t always one to worry about that. As he was released he slid in the dirt for a little before he got low and looked up at Osiris with darkened eyes. This time those pure eyes showed anger and pure annoyance at some idea, which was obvious by the venomous words that came from his mouth with such a calm tone it would scare anyone. “You think you are so great Osiris.” He started calmly as he stood up. ”You think that everything would have bended to your will should you have given it the chance to. You think I would have joined your army should you have asked me to? That’s just you wishing on a star that isn’t there.” He said with a dark calm that would have scared anyone that knew him well.
”It wasn’t the fact that someone else told me to join this side, but rather the injustice I saw being done. No matter of time in the Blood Chamber could have ever changed me and I would have gladly died if it meant not serving you! Hell, I would still gladly die before I even bowed my head in your direction because I don’t follow a King who is too full of themselves.” Each word was laced with venom that no one had ever seen the General unleash. Blue eyes were cold, almost to the point of being a deadly glare. ”So keep believing that it was just the star I was born under that stopped me from helping you, but it was fate because I was not destined to be damned as you are.” Aden said as a final word before he moved towards the other at such a rapid speed that it was amazing from a man who had just been talking so harshly could even calm himself quick enough to move at such a speed.
This was the kind of thing that Aden trained for. He trained for the worst and at this moment it could be considered such, ”You shall not harm a single child or woman in this village because I will kill you before you do so!” He said darkly as he swung that the other and put his full body weight into this. He was ready to be stabbed and to have to fight through it like he had been forced to only a week or so earlier when he had fought that assassin so that Bassette and Dulcimer may live one more day. After all of this though, he would need to speak to both of them about matters that would need to be attended to. Lady Bassette would probably want to see him just to make sure he was alive, but Dulcimer was the one that Aden needed to check on because even though he had ordered him not to fight he knew the injured spy was fighting. They did need all the man power they could get and for now this slipped Aden’s mind as he drew upon the part of him that had been trained as an Elvin solider; the part of him that would bring Osiris into the curse of death should he fall into it. His swords moved in a pattern that took many others years to emulate because it was Aden’s way of releasing anger and pain.
The pain that he was releasing was for those twins, the fact that their parents had been taken from them so early on. Aden’s blades were moving constantly just like his feet as he waited for another opening that he could take advantage of. He needed an early advantage if he wanted to win this.[/font]
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Post by Lourette on Jan 20, 2008 14:39:06 GMT -8
"Again!" Lourette screeched, another arrow from the ballistae was shot, falling short again. The viera female growled, leaping down from the tree. "I'll be back!" the lieutenant shouted, leaping back into the darkness. She ran through the foliage until she came across the one operating the ballista. "Sarett!" Lourette cried, "Take my place back in the trees! I'm relieving you!"
The viera who was working the ballista nodded and took off the way Lourette came. Sighing, the viera took her place at the ballistae and peered through the scope. Right at the chest of Osirus' behemoth Lourette aimed, gritting her teeth together and firing. The arrow flew, burrowing itself right in the center of the behemoth's chest. The viera in the trees released another flurry of arrows at the footsoldiers, howling in unison.
"Show 'em hell!" Lourette screeched, reloading the ballista, getting ready to fire again.
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